Author Archives: Jim Laing

About Jim Laing

The Buddha said there were four kinds of people. Those who run from dark to dark, those who run from light to dark, those who run from dark to light and those who run from light to light. From a life going from dark to dark to having a few years running from dark to light, with scuffed hands and knees from sometimes falling, I may be getting the hang of it now. How it began is not now how it is, I need a quiet space, After the noise of the day, So I take sanctuary in the creativity, And my soul feeds, On sometimes dark, Sometimes light fantasy, And I dare like many to work, But stay up off my knees, To dream, perchance to suffer, But always still to dream. Here are things mostly lyrical and poetic, with nonsense sometimes, reviews and personal musings. The coffees hot and always black. The words not necessarily so.

123.“A full breakfast for one please.” (28/03/2016).

Hot on the heels of yesterday mornings “Bhajis and black coffee” came this, it’s an altogether different character though it has its similarities. Probably done in less time it completed a really fun rewarding couple of hours. And the best … Continue reading

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119.Retribution. (19/03/2016).

This started as a stand alone piece but soon resonated with an earlier one called “Catharsis” which was similar but opposite in terms of the power dynamic of the narrative. As this one progressed it was clear that it was … Continue reading

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122.Bhajis and black coffee. (28/03/2016).

The first three lines of this piece were the second part of a Facebook post this morning. I re-read them after posting it and liked them thinking I’ll save them for some other time maybe. As I saved them in … Continue reading

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78.Blood and chocolate and bunnies. (March 2015)

  78.Blood and chocolate and bunnies. (March 2015)   As eggs that don’t boil, Are taken outta their foil, There’s strange goings on, That give cause to wonder, About the familiar jumper, Stalking the jumper that bounces, And the one … Continue reading

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The Lumberjack Cowboy Heartbreak Truckin co – “A different country.” 2015.

The Lumberjack Cowboy Heartbreak Truckin co – “A different country.” 2015. The Lumberjack Cowboy Heartbreak Truckin co – “A different country.” 2015. There’s one thing I hate about this album. There will be no new one to follow after it in a … Continue reading

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93. The mist. (22 June 15).

Originally posted on It Started In The Kitchen:
I wasn’t going to post this having just finished it. I was going to sit on it until the moment felt right, sometime when, sometime never. But typing now it weighs like…

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97.Hypocrites. (22 July 2015).

Originally posted on It Started In The Kitchen:
This was begun a while ago but without a satisfactory ending it’s been pending ever since awaiting one I was happy with. Now I’d say it”s done. Well 99.5% done but close…

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72.My favourite dancers dying. (‎12 ‎April ‎2015).

This was a fairly easy piece to write for the most part, in terms of the words and how they came initially. But it was an awkward, painful at times, piece to write and to read as it was being … Continue reading

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112. Writers block. (13 Jan 2016)

I realised today, it had been quite some time since I visited here, never mind posted something new to hopefully be of interest. And this is new. All conceived, composed and finished yesterday (13/01). I found myself musing on what … Continue reading

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I saw Freddy killing Santa Claws. (05 Dec 15)

Those with delicate festive sensibilities look away now. Part 3 in the cheery festive saga that’s very loosely about the fat bloke in the red suit who likes house breaking and small children. But this doesn’t include Richard Attenborough. Er, … Continue reading

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