tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33954383974062912482024-03-05T16:00:23.119+00:00All Of This And Nothing(metered thoughts & other shorts)bobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-6472139387273029322014-02-16T11:00:00.000+00:002014-02-16T11:00:14.743+00:00look over there! oh, wait, what's that… ooh, hello!I'm sure I'm not alone in feeling "I've not done enough" with my life so far. What happened to all those dream?
But they were more than dreams. They were realities. So what happened? And when? And how?
When does an ambition morph into a hobby? That's a bit sad, isn't it?
How are we supposed to decide what to focus on in *this* lifetime?
It seems this whole train of bobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-55587843722620787362013-03-05T16:15:00.000+00:002013-03-05T16:16:09.434+00:00Before I forget...In the old day, when I'd treat myself to hours grazing and craving and deliberating in a bookshop, I'd find eventually find myself at the till hours later, with an armful of 'must read's.
Nowadays, I manage to talk myself down to a more 'sensible'* number of books and have taken to photographing the ones I find particularly hard to walk away from.
I thought I'd bobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-47628765354985052092013-02-24T12:48:00.001+00:002013-02-24T12:51:23.172+00:00cartoon #1bobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-85455518926158987032013-02-24T03:16:00.001+00:002013-02-24T03:16:52.286+00:00Made with PaperSent from my iPadbobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-42851330667716815092012-07-09T15:40:00.001+01:002012-07-09T15:40:09.927+01:00this weekthis quiet week is heresoft smelling rain tempts ideaswill I look back satisfied?bobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-45299636442858158582012-04-06T22:17:00.000+01:002012-04-06T22:18:15.218+01:00Garden CinemaI opened the doorWas given a ticketWas warned for the eveningNot to part with itI walked through the houseAnd into the gardenTwo chairs and a laptopAnd small coloured lanternsYou poured me a drinkGave me a blanketFed me, pressed 'play'In our cinema so secretbobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-43019640079871424132011-03-29T08:40:00.001+01:002011-03-29T08:40:31.769+01:00"Let my machine talk to me..."Here we go againECG for breakfastMachine on machine- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhonebobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-2881169878598329732011-03-21T13:17:00.001+00:002011-03-21T13:17:15.863+00:00monday morning quiet a photo by bobcat rock on Flickr.monday morning quietplanning my day, i sip youin the warm spring sunbobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-13926093341069218452011-03-19T13:00:00.002+00:002011-03-19T13:01:45.061+00:00i should do somethingbobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-83372262157785880142011-02-23T15:55:00.001+00:002011-02-23T15:55:38.921+00:00SometimesSometimes I can hear where the music wants to go....and I just can't keep up...(a thought)- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhonebobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-59470901366177400372010-11-29T21:06:00.001+00:002010-11-29T21:06:56.741+00:00it's a brave new world (I do believe in the light)I heading home after attending an information evening at the Central London branch of the Samaritans. It feels a bit weird blogging this for several reasons. Firstly, I've not posted for a while. Secondly, i can't help but feel a bit 'self-righteous' blogging such a thing. Thirdly, it's only me - hardly the most interesting of characters. But, hey. I'm going to try and get back into posting more bobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-53159421811608858932010-07-24T12:12:00.001+01:002010-07-24T12:12:58.661+01:00this used to be the futuretalking life, ideas, variables and some v scary but exciting possibilities with @robertbrook.I've missed his counsel. Hope I have the ability to remember and the courage to act.- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhonebobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-50348374149019135972010-07-20T18:39:00.001+01:002010-07-20T18:39:41.821+01:00Post-LatitudeWe were in the SunDrinking, laughing, listeningNow we're back at work- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhonebobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-26949215232371898372010-04-30T01:04:00.001+01:002010-04-30T01:04:57.704+01:00remember whenRemember when the sun woke us up?we rubbed our eyes, and in silence, sat up.How, at first, we doubted the weather;until we knew it always starts stormy, then gets better.How we bought too much to eat,when we packed the car for our Hebridean retreat?How the cows & sheep came to say hello,curious lambs with big ears - in the Sun - aglow!Remember how we read in bed?Ancient fairytales, pillowed headsbobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-54655621523467978302010-03-14T21:51:00.004+00:002010-03-14T21:59:30.197+00:00we exploreda piece of fruitforeign to youa new landwe exploredhand in handa few days awayto learn and to playour first trip(a strange word, that -for this)a thousand memoriesa city of dreamsa new startskin, texturetaste, hearta piece of fruita new taste in your moutha reminder for mea shared feastquiet, happy, at easebobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-71100977925610358052010-02-19T15:17:00.001+00:002010-02-19T15:17:31.314+00:005, 7, 5fingers poised, twitchinghovver above the keyboardbefore hitting 'send'(friday haiku from cow-orker)bobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-19359869912528224112009-07-29T19:40:00.003+01:002009-07-29T20:17:45.429+01:00on faithi'm not an 'overtly' religious person. and like most people (i suspect), any thoughts i have on the matter have always been kept to myself, for one reason or another.i have always been perplexed by faith, Man's need for it, the things Man has done - and continues to do in it's name and in the quest for it. i realised at a very young age that pretty much all pain, war, misery, cruelty, suffering bobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-87429267988256823912009-07-29T01:35:00.001+01:002009-07-29T01:35:26.810+01:00you were rightyou were rightit's too widethis landscape of nightlegs restlessly reachlong, lazy, lonely swipesthis nocturnal kicking sleeppillows laugh from the floortoo light, glowingin the darkness betweenturn for a different viewarms still imagine youmy skin knows I'm missing youyou were rightbobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-54516258811913127832009-07-19T23:22:00.004+01:002009-07-19T23:35:24.279+01:004 x 4 (Part 3)Part 3.Sunday.3m 33secs.(an observation: the thing about this little experiment is that it allows little time to mull over ideas - everything is done on the fly. the most revision i've done is to scrap an idea 20-30mins in, only to start again. nothing i've done so far seems particularly good/exciting, but i think today's is the one i'm least unhappy with. we'll see what tomorrow holds...)bobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-6716336460074083302009-07-18T23:12:00.002+01:002009-07-18T23:14:55.012+01:004 in 4: part 2Part 2.Saturday.2m 22secs."...the jingle-jangle of a thousand lost souls..."'enjoy'.bobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-8310038755135595992009-07-18T01:02:00.002+01:002009-07-18T01:09:42.742+01:004 x 4 (part 1)we can all get too lazy & comfortable.we can all make excuses. i know i'm always making excuses for not getting things done.so, as i have Monday off, i thought i'd try an experiment...record 4 new tracks in 4 days. one a day. not that scary. everything new - no working from old ideas. no finishing off old songs. these will be 4 new tracks written n' recorded on the fly.to make it a little bobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-83456988191700860442009-07-02T18:11:00.001+01:002009-07-02T18:11:02.053+01:00this is a callOriginally uploaded by bobcat rockthere's a phone boxbe therethe phone will ringpick upthere'll be a voicelistenthere'll be a questionanswerthere'll be an alleydon't turn aroundthere'll be some worrydon't run agroundthere'll be rubbishdon't look for weaponsthere'll be passersby don't eye them with questionsthere'll be a blacked out buildingdon't look for me therethere's an open windowyou can't gobobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-13910560241195840222009-05-11T22:45:00.006+01:002009-05-11T23:45:08.083+01:00sonnet xviiI do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul.I love you as the plant that never bloomsbut carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.I love you without bobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-64017166853754927822009-05-09T23:36:00.007+01:002009-05-10T00:19:46.025+01:00multi-media instrumentali've been playing with this tune for the last few hours. it's still very raw, messy and not yet fully formed.for once, i'm at a complete loss for lyrics that suit it.you know when you're writing and you can feel 'something' coming, 'something' brewing, but you don't know what; because 'it' doesn't know what 'it' is itself yet?same thing.and that's half the fun.anyway, for some reason - maybe an bobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395438397406291248.post-24393547675841278352009-05-05T20:32:00.005+01:002009-05-05T20:36:18.433+01:00the gameRolling out of LondonOn a cold November nightYeah, I'm leaving the old townTo start a better lifePacked my bags months agoAnd then saved up for the flightSome say I'm running - no -I've finally made up my mindSomeone once told meYou can make your dreams come trueBut no one warned meThey'll haunt ya 'til you doSo I find myself on the open roadWith a guitar on my backYeah - you laugh - it's the bobcat rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10326101262401459182noreply@blogger.com0