Sunday 19 October 2014

*POEM POST* - "Lost in my Head (with The Negative Fuck)"





Twitter-twatter's chitter-chatter
Sometimes leaves me feeling flattened
Under a tumult of
Ponderous turds;
The neurotics, psychotics and
The poets in turn
Are all having a go at 
Expressing the souls 
And I do what I do, 
As and when I feel bold.
But all their saccharine verses 
Congeal in the ear 
Their sad hearts seem filled 
With black honey, not tears. 

But I'm tongue-tired and cynical, 
Long in the tooth
Through negligent dental care
Stoned in my youth. 
Bitter and jealous, 
Always pointing the finger
Dark forces arise, and 
They don't so much linger
As waltz into my head 
Like an old family friend,
Availing themselves of 
The Master Suite bed:
The wine in my cellar,
My slippers.
The lot.
And then fuck off home suddenly
For a wallet forgot.

It's puzzling and weird when I read back my verse
Malevolent scrawls as if under a curse
For who's spell I so 
Fervently wish I could break;
Like a fairy princess from a coma awake
And walk up to the door
Welcome in different guests:
An inner robustness and 
Smile that attests
To a new resolution
To escale Eency's Spout
And whatever the weather 
Feel loved from without

I've been to a place
Of a stillness so kind 
And I know alone 
How it feels in my mind
So although it's not always how I wish it could be 
I forget that the secondary suffering is ME
Simply heaping it on with industrial machines
Getting lost in my head of critique and dark dreams.

At times my mind's rent a 
surreal and sad space 
And in spite of the blockers and levellers I take,
I still lock myself in 
to be sure, to be safe...
That I cannot harm others or 
fuck up their lives.
I recall Robin Williams alone. 
And I cry...

It's too easy you see
To get angry at dreams and 
The vain prophesy
I espoused as a teen, 
But flat-out on the canvas
With the count going up
I still know I'll gain not
From The Negative Fuck
Who at times grabs 
The Cat-o-Nine, 
Salt and the limes
And splashes and slashes 
This raw brain of mine... 
"Who took life for granted
And pissed on his luck?
This is what you deserve!"
Fuck The Negative Fuck!

So I'll put down the trowel,
Stop piling pain on, 
(As there no coming last 
In the race left un-run)
Stagger back to my feet
Stumble into the Sun
Because whatever the weft 
Of this life that you've spun,
If your reading this now
It could be so much worse,
And whether by Heaven or 
Starlight on Earth
Your death can't be stopped
Any more than your birth:

So perhaps shrug and smile,
Have a wank?





©The Dharma-Farmer 
Oct 19th 2014

Monday 6 October 2014

How to fix/uninstall "Palmall 2.1" unauthorised advertising/pop ups on your browser! FIXED IT! EPIC WIN FOR THE LUDITE!





I DID IT!! I FIXED IT!! HAHAHA! *swears gratuitously at the screen, middle fingers raised*

Sorry. Ahem.. Where was I? Oh yes, this evening someone in the household accidentally downloaded some kind of trojan advertising virus onto the Mac, and since then I've fought off with clenched teeth an avalanche of enquiries: how my penis was looking, how I was for cheep flights and whether I might be in the market for a Thai bride or a per chance a Granny who likes to do many unspeakable things not readily associated with the over-70's! Apparently, she is is in 'my town' tonight and wants to meet me. She never ever called! How was I to know?

On a serious note, I don't know about you, but I am exposed to a lot of advertising and temptation during my many waking hours, TV, radio, even in films, and whilst I have my own opinions on advertising and conditioning now is not the place... Oh, but boy am I going to enjoy THAT article! As I mentioned in my previous post, from time to time I just need to air my frustrations in a decidedly audible manner, and those "Nafforisms of a Pith-Head" can be found on my other blog, where I am free to as opine as is my want when vexed. The joys!

I find pop ups maddeningly infuriating at the best of times, and in addition I'm mid-way through a tramadol detox (which is what I'm supposed to be writing about now), so forgive me for being a tad tetchy earlier. I get really stressed when that unsolicited, insidious nonsense starts bursting uninvited into my consciousness. NO - I DON'T WANT A NEW CONSERVATORY! I LIVE NEXT TO A RIVER!!! I really do, it's splendid the way it is, and just fine without an underwater recreation space, trust me.


ANYWAYS - after much wiping of brows (mainly mine, but the dog look unsettled too), earning a few more grey hairs and non-descript, muttered threatening noises, I finally figured it out. Don't bother going to the software developer's website, it just sends you in a giant convoluted circle and creates more on-screen digital chaos... I was getting seriously would up and stressed out, and living with an anxiety condition, I was about 15 minutes from punching the wall. With another wall.

I'm no computer expert, and couldn't explain what I did if my arse was on fire, so here some inexpertly taken screen-shots to assist Mac users:






For Windows users, simply search for it in your "Add/Remove Software" thing on your control panel. Forgive the lack of technical jargon, but I'm not the PC whizz-kid I used to be in 1998. Honestly, you turn your back for five minutes...


I really hope this helps and saves a few otherwise rational people from hurling their laptops/Macs/PCs/iPad/Ataris/selves through the nearest open (or more dramatically, closed) window, into distant lakes or self-immoliating in protest. 

The internet can be very stressful thing if you feel at all out of your depth, and although I'm no Alan Turing, I hope this helps. At the very least, I'm DELIGHTED that those awful highlighted links have disappeared from the text in my blogs. How vain of me...

And now, if you forgive me, I'm off to find a harpoon...

Yours, with his blood-pressure returning to normal, your friend,
The Dharma-Farmer xx

Unauthorised advertising/popups: "Palmall 2.1" - Please read!



Guys, I don't know what in shitting crikey is going on with Blogger/Safari, but I've just spotted that someone at Google has changed one of the advertising settings, and for some reason this is highlighting keywords like 'KITCHEN', 'PANIC ATTACK' or even something innocuous as 'BONUS', and set them up as advertising pop ups. 

This is NOT my doing, I am furious, and am working as best and fast as I can to rectify this. I can only apologise to those who might have seen it already. I won't deny it would be a much splendid thing to be one day able to put food on my plate and a roof over my head through my literary or poetic endeavours, but this is NOT how intend to do so. Advertising and pop ups are the bane of my life, and I will get to the bottom of the matter ASAP. 

I am so sorry for this, or any offence caused.

Again, please do not for a second think that I would have the temerity and ignorance to try and capitalise on people reading my work/thoughts in such a way. I feel physically sick just thinking about it...

Please bear with me, and I hope it doesn't spoil the work I have toiled over, or your reading pleasure, if any ;-)

Love and peace always, you are stronger than you think, never forget that!

DF xx  

P.S Thank you for reading the heavily edited version, family friendly version of this post.
You should have seen the expletive-laden, version I nearly posted. If I ever find out who did this, they're going to feel the thump of a harpoon in their thorax. Bastards. But that is a rant for another day, another blog even... Click HERE for some of my more vitriolic and lively rants... It's good to get stuff off your chest at times. Be well :-)

Wednesday 1 October 2014

The Stoptober and Go Sober October Challenge: Day One - Eeek!




Hey, you made it here, excellent! I wasn't intending to write so soon after yesterday's panic attack post, but I think this may be of interest. A week ago, whilst chatting to a good friend over a Sunday afternoon beer, he announced that he would be doing the "Stoptober challenge", whereby thousands of people over the UK (and hopefully wider afield too) will pledge abstinence from their beloved cigs or alcohol (or possibly both, you exceeding hardy types) for the entirety of this month in order to raise both awareness and money for charity. I really want to get behind it, on the basis that they encourage people to push themselves and well as setting realistic goals and achieve them, a vital skill for those living with a mental health condition. I sincerely hope that it will engender folk to consider the needs of others as greater than their own and ultimately, do themselves a multitude of favours in the process. "Stoptober" and it's more recent sibling, "Go Sober October", have been running successfully for several years now as an initiative of the charity "Public Health England", with the former founded on the belief that if a person can quit cigarets for 28 days, then they are five times more likely to stay off them for good. Sparing untold thousand from a potentially horrific slow death seems to me a worthy enough cause to write about, at the very least. Over 200,000 people all over the world have signed up so please consider taking a few seconds to check it out.

Aside from the obvious merits, the money raised and the countless lives saved as a result of hedonic and chemical restraint etc, it's also a great opportunity to brings one's own notion of self under the 'me'croscope for a short time and peer down it with curiosity. We all have fixed views of ourself - in my case, for instance, I see myself as a moderate drinker and evening/social smoker. Boil away the excuses, siphon off the self-rationalisation, and at the bottom of the beaker two facts remain: I drink and smoke, and when I do, I enjoy it. It's this kind of honesty we need if we are to muster the strength and garner the courage to stand up to our often unhelpful habits, thought-patterns and peccadillos.

If we are currently unwell and wish to get better, to support our ongoing battles in the most effective way, we would be doing well to make naked honesty and self-compassion our starting point; the last thing anyone wants to do, especial people living with a mental health condition, is spark of a cycle of low self-esteem or self-flagelation. In the crucible of our minds and hearts, we must forge the twin-edged, diamond-tipped sword of Wisdom and Insight if we are to stand a chance in Hell of cutting through our own bullshit, of piercing the heart of Truth. In short, we need to be able to discern fact from value-judgement. 

But why complicate matters? Why the poetic idioms? I hear you ponder this aloud, and you have a point. But please bear in mind that real change comes from within, and more specifically, from deep within the depths of our own being. To plumb these depths, to dredge up rank filth and discard it from our psyche, we must engage both the rational and the emotional, the factual and the imaginative, unifying our conscious and subconscious minds. Change is tough, but worth it. The seeds of our emotional response to change are very deeply sown, and we must therefore utilise every tool in the shed if we are to weed out our old unskilful habits and ways, roots and all, from the verdant gardens of our lives.




If we are brave enough to chose to change ourselves, or to do something worthy for a noble cause, wouldn't it be lovely that was all there was to it? No self-importance, egotism or conceit. People doing things not out of a desire to be the centre of their own personal psychodramas, or for attention, but merely out of a simple, clear synthesis of rational, intellectual reasoning with a deep emotional response to the infinitely greater web of suffering to which we are all a part of . We must establish the empirical facts: smoking harms you and others around you, even those yet to be born! Smoking is also expensive, anti-social and places increasing demands on an already over-stretched healthcare system. In addition, most mental health medication (SSRI's, Beta-Blockers etc) have their effectiveness hindered and hampered by alcohol consumption above a very meagre level. This we all know. 

Simultaneously, we need to become increasingly aware of our value judgements: I smoke therefore I am a bad, stupid, selfish person, and worse if I fail. This negative reinforcement gets us no-where. Sentiments whereby we judge someone (including ourselves) as better or worse, or something (depression, drinking etc) as absolutely and fundamentally good or bad often create more suffering in this world, not less! If we can stop this overly-simplistic, dualistic, limiting way of seeing our endeavours, then we can start to implement change safe in the knowledge that our attempts will be less ego-driven, less out of fear of being seen a certain way, less self-referential i.e. doing things to look good and gain favour with our peers. Our attempts to better ourselves tend to become more balanced, more for the benefit of others with a bonus of it benefiting us too. We start to focus outward, becoming more other-orientated, which is no bad thing at all. If we struggle with anxiety or depression, then this could be just the ticket...!

I myself will be abstaining from alcohol, and hopefully cutting smoking back to a weekly basis, if at all. I'm almost certainly going to be coming off Mirtazapine next week, so I might smoke a shit-load from the stress, but in light of recent events (a rather undignified public episode of cerebral dysentery, see previous post), whatever happens, I need to be kind to myself. Piling the crushing weight of unrealistic expectation onto already broken shoulders will only end in beers. I know this from personal experience, but that would be another story...

Time and time again it is clearly shown that for people with mental health issues, connecting meaningfully with others is a huge part of our recovery, as is facing up to some hard truths about ourselves and overcoming old habits of thought. What better incentive could you need to sign up? But wait!! For a start, what if you don't drink or smoke? What if you are not in a position to handle such changes? What if you are so keen to be well that you inadvertently make yourself worse? 

We are all embryonic, we are all growing, changing, becoming. We just need to check our intentions every so often, that's all. Nothing to it, and remember, this is not a competition, but an opportunity to connect with other people in a meaningful way, something we could all do with a bit more of... Perhaps for the next month, you too could just cut down the cancer-sticks and ease off the ethanol? Failing that, perhaps check to see if any friends, colleagues or fellow patients/inmates are doing it, and offer to sponsor them instead. Who knows? It's up to you...


The future is unwritten, and we have no fate but that which we make ourselves. If you do decide to get on board the Stoptober Express, fear not, it will pass quickly. Be brave, be realistic and above all else, be kind to yourself. That way, your dreams can be as big as they want. Just please do us all a favour, be a dear, and leave the ego at the door when you step into the future. And wipe your feet, if you'd be so kind... ;-)



Your friend, 18 hours in,
The Dharma-Farmer xx