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Day 15: #On Repeat: Killing in the Name (Free writing)



Today’s Prompt: Think about an event you’ve attended and loved. Your hometown’s annual fair. That life-changing music festival. A conference that shifted your worldview. Imagine you’re told it will be cancelled forever or taken over by an evil corporate force. How does that make you feel?

Today’s twist: While writing this post, focus again on your own voice. Pay attention to your word choice, tone, and rhythm. Read each sentence aloud multiple times, making edits as you read through. Before you hit “Publish,” read your entire piece out loud to ensure it sounds like you.

I’ve been very quiet for a very long time.

I’ve only spoken up relatively recently.

Quiet, introverted. Trapped in a cage of assumptions, excuses and fears. Like the famous story of the elephant held in place by a string and and a twig.

I missed most of the nineties to depression and poverty. I didn’t get out, didn’t make friends, didn’t see the world.

Despite all of that I held onto my love of music.

In 2009 a Rage Against the Machine hero-fan organised a campaign to make Killing in the Name the Christmas No. 1 and it worked!

RATM promised their fans a victory concert if they made No. 1 and they kept their promise. A free concert in Finsbury Park in high June for all of their fans. The tickets were distributed by online lottery and. I. Got One.

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Writing 101 Day 14: To Whom It May Concern – SLEDGEHAMMER’s final message


Day Fourteen: To Whom It May Concern

Today’s Prompt: Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What’s the first word that jumps off the page? Use this word as your springboard for inspiration. If you need a boost, Google the word and see what images appear, and then go from there.

Today’s post is brought to you by the Spartan Warrior Workout and the word is:

SLEDGEHAMMER

Today’s twist: write the post in the form of a letter.

(2nd and final of today’s posts from the Marvel Comic Universe)

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Writing 101 Day 11: #OnRepeat – Steady as she goes


Woodford Green.

Stable and comfortable, Staid and Constricting. Leafy and well situated. Ludicrous and wealthy. I moved from Leytonstone in (then, unregenerated) grim East London when I was 7. Which isn’t strictly true of course because I didn’t move my mum moved. At the time I was growing up there Woodford Green was a mostly peaceful small well to do suburb just outside of London.

I’m going about this all wrong.

Safe.

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Writing 101 Day 4: I deleted my best friend and I’m sorry


During a particularly bad patch some time ago I was chatting to my oldest friend Arliss Porter. I had known him since taking my A-levels and we were as matched as any man I’ve ever called brother. We thought the same movies were good and hated the same music. Neither of us fitted into the mainstream portrayal of Black Manhood. We liked guitar music, didn’t drink, looked terrible in baggy trousers and made lewd jokes about Nietzche and Descartes.

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Writing 101 Day 3: caveat lector means “let the reader beware”


Today’s Prompt: Write about the three most important songs in your life — what do they mean to you?

Nailing Brahms’ Hungarian Dance Number 5 on your alto sax. Making perfect pulled pork tacos. Drawing what you see. Or, writing a novel. Each requires that you make practice a habit.

Today, try free writing. To begin, empty your mind onto the page. Don’t censor yourself; don’t think. Just let go. Let the emotions or memories connected to your three songs carry you.

Today’s twist: You’ll commit to a writing practice. The frequency and the amount of time you choose to spend today — and moving forward — are up to you, but we recommend a minimum of fifteen uninterrupted minutes per day.

  • Keep your hand moving. (Don’t pause to reread the line you’ve just written. That’s stalling and trying to get control of what you’re saying.)
  • Don’t cross out. (That is editing as you write. Even if you write something you didn’t mean to write, leave it.)
  • Don’t worry about spelling, punctuation, grammar. (Don’t even care about staying within the margins and lines on the page.)
  • Lose control.
  • Don’t think. Don’t get logical.
  • Go for the jugular. (If something comes up in your writing that is scary or naked, dive right into it. It probably has lots of energy.)

FIFTEEN MINUTES BEGINS

My three songs are Prince Charming by Adam and the Ants, I against I by Mos def and The Prayer Bloc Party. These are the songs I play when  I am trying to play the beast inside, Thats what I put on my headphones when I want to feel stronger, more confident. More me.

Prince Charming is silly, whimsical to the ear. A product of the eighties, sugar puff pop. But the beat is hypnotic, unforgettable and the words are nuirsery rhyme simple and direct and far more positive than most people understand.

“Prince Charming, Prince Charming. Pretty Cool the’re nothing to be scared of”

I dare you all look it up on YouTube, sing along and doi the dance before a date or a presentation and tell me you dopn’t feel better, giddy even. And then we have my next song The Prayer

“God give me strength and dancing wings and the power to impress”

“Tonight make me unstoppable, and I will dance, I will turmn I will dazzle them with my wit.”

#OnRepeat is one of my tags I use on my posts. I will literally listen to the same song for hours on end so I can hold onto the feelings I feel when I hear them. feel power, confidence, flow well up inside me. Control my soul with music. Hypmnotise myself with music. Like Joe 90 preparing for his next mission (10 points Gryffindor if you get that reference)

*i AGAINST I” is my war song. When I ride out, OK step out that the song i can hear over the blood thundering in my hears. Thats my thunder of a cavalry charge. Thats my statement of intent, Not gangster, not hardcore, but still masculine, majestic, agrressive, like a boxer padding to the ring like a predator cat  about to charge and strike

END OF FIFTEEN MINUTES

Writing 101 Day 2: Slipping


Often it happens just like this. I envy the “Jumpers” who can control when they go as well as where they can go. I’m not a “Jumper”. I guess I’m more of a “Slipper”

 

I’ve never had that their ability. I get a window of opportunity and I can take it or forget about it. I think it’s a thinning in the fabric of space / time I can sense and traverse. All I know is I’m here and then I’m there. Not knowing when I’m going means I always keep a bag handy just in case. Passport, pills, packed clothes in a carry-on bag. One at home, one at work.

 

And so it happened today. I felt it before anything else. All of a sudden a massive change of pressure in my sinuses, my skin feels tight, actual f*cking sparks on the hairs on my arms.

 

I stand up and I look around like a meerkat peering over the walls of my cubicle, no-ones looking. Some are at lunch, some are skiving, most are in meetings. I log off my computer hurriedly change from my shoes into the sandals I keep in my desk draw. In go the shoes, in goes the shirt. Jeans, sandals and t-shirt. Perfect.

 

The air leaves my lungs and I have just enough time to grab a hold of my travelling bag.

When I ”Slip” it feels like falling off the back of a bench or chair. That giddy feeling, that sense of “uh –oh” Continue reading

Writing 101 Day 1: Dear Older Smiley – a reminder from your younger self


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Dear Older Smiley,

Hiya – its your younger self I don’t know if you remember me? I was you just after your Winter of Discontent. You came to the end of your tether, teetering on the edge. Hang-gliding over hell.

It was a bad time and you learnt the hard way the answer to a lot of questions about who you were and what you  wanted out of life. By the way how did that work? Life, I mean. Continue reading

What Does a 40 Year-Old Man Wish He’d Known at 25? –


“Try and get used to rejection and failure as soon as you can and up until you don’t care any more, so you become a person that isn’t afraid of it. And of course, try and learn from your mistakes or (even better) other people’s. Be observant.

The sooner you do that, the better life will be for you. You’ll be able to get to old age with little regrets.” Continue reading