byford 365

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

march 8th: believing everything i read

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I can feel them watching,
I need something to protect me,
once my eyes were open wide,
I somehow knew they could detect me

Because it's true,
every last word of it,
they're influencing children,
that haven't even heard of it.

Death in popular culture
and the rise of a force unseen
is now becoming visible
now i've witnessed what it means

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paranoid poetry influenced by The Vigilant Citizen

written by Glen Byford, March 8th

march 8th: belly (incomplete)

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I'm unsure
what my belly is full of

full of life
full of beans

full of ways
full of means

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written by Glen Byford, March 8th

In a monastery garden

Inspired by photos from my last walk in to Waltham Abbey. The title comes from a old

12 inch 78 rpm record we had at home 50 years a go.

It was the birds sing that I liked more than the words on the recording

Just found it on you tube would never of thought it sounded like this
after all them years o well it has been 50 years.
http://www.synthtopia.com/content/2010/02/15/peter-pringles-in-a-monastery-garden/

Monday, 7 March 2011

march 7th: blue screen of death

sadly, today was an uninspiring day. and with it a rather uninspiring shot.

this is as good as it gets.

taken by Glen Byford using a Casio Exilim EX-Z60, March 7th 12:59pm

Sunday, 6 March 2011

march 6th: amidst the madness

i suppose it lacks something of a coherent counterpoint amidst all the madness

because i'll readily admit to being a fan of music that doesn't sound like music

i'll willingly become lost in an ambient atmosphere as an escape

but without a tether to reality, how do we find an alternative

a reflection or a reaction that is needed, to shape the world
(each action has an equal and opposite reaction)

i couldn't abandon myself to noise without a little silence

poetry/lyrics inspired by Turn the Machines off Johanna, by Troubles

written by Glen Byford, March 6th