tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-271557722024-03-12T17:13:37.309-07:00The New Adventures of Trip MckenzieTrip Mckenzie, explorer, adventurer, sometimes even hero. Shame that he does not do much adventuring or exploring, but he thinks about it... alot!
In his mind he is that hero, with nothing else on offer exploring himself as best he can, adventuring in his imagination, his friendships, sometimes his surroundings. This is his journal.
Trip half lives in a dull English town and half in Iceland. He looks for a dream called Kingsville.
He likes stars, night and the northern lights.SRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-8346850728366903512009-12-04T09:08:00.000-08:002009-12-04T09:08:00.666-08:00Stoic Epistemology and Academic ScepticismStoic Epistemology and Academic ScepticismSRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-4639750172040350662008-09-27T06:06:00.001-07:002008-09-27T06:10:52.547-07:00Skin boiling, blood scalding at the surface. Rip the jacket off, claw arm on arm till I'm free. Throw it across the room onto the bench. Get it away accursed thing. Take your comforting warmth with it.I want to freeze.Veins run liquid ice at absolute zero, hyper-efficiency. I will be the smartest computer ever. That's right.Neptune blue information runs through deep. So fast will I process, everySRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-87066455124410553092008-07-07T18:58:00.001-07:002008-07-07T19:12:05.825-07:00Trip Mckenzie and the Entropic SlaughterhouseSweaty waking to find a head aching from heat suffocation, hours wasted to find moments of rest for more of discomfort.How am I going to do it today?But I rise before the thought can follow into action. Never let the unease take shape and I might make it back to this evening sleep.Shower piss and brush your teeth, knock back a litre of water, consider:SRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-8192509933945649652008-06-23T20:04:00.001-07:002008-06-23T20:04:08.497-07:00Trip Mckenzie and the empty sunAimless, restless.Bleach burst my eyelids are burnt through, my brain sears. Waking up to this day after day brings on the manic. So I foil the windows;sheets of light are replaced with the tiniest pin pricks of day.Down the centre of the main street, party children strung out all along the way, basking in the counterfeit excesses of the night before. Family addled youth, dream addled tourists SRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-85309734539639557232008-06-23T20:03:00.001-07:002008-06-23T20:03:25.586-07:00DescriptionHalf a toy car, red with blue windows, juts out of the wall behind the bar, 20 centimetres below the spirit shelf. Aound it are tacked an assortment of drawings, newspaper clippings and half a credit card with the picture of a pretty Swedish girl in its top right corner. A well dressed man in the store he owns, a red car in front of a typically eurpean town house on a summers day, chocolate SRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-7603297745883906162008-05-29T16:54:00.001-07:002008-05-29T16:54:18.613-07:00Trip Mckenzie and the geriatric ferryInterconnecting two deck sides, each surfeit with camera laden and sun-dumbed passengers, is the loneliest place on solid ground.Gaze out into the vast ocean sky, lose yourself in the waves, find yourself as you swell back up.That is the dream I sailed with, at night, in day unachievable. Infesting, irritating skin and psyche, fucktards rob you, of peace and purpose. So you cross between the two SRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-36504338664417686752008-05-29T16:50:00.001-07:002008-05-29T16:50:29.946-07:00Trip Mckenzie and the train at the top of the worldZoetrope tunnel over clouded snow high. Untold horror lurks in a glimpse. So terribly human and ugly. Nothing more than the derelict, unkempt corner of concrete underbridge. But in glimpsing is spied something deeper, deeper and rotten. Sedimentary, mineral attrition is made organic by my mind, the desolation produced stinks of fear and loathing. Sand becomes shit, the beach our children are SRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-15985475500673278442008-05-02T08:31:00.001-07:002008-05-02T08:31:52.503-07:00Trip Mckenzie and the harbour murdersSpace expands, ushering increased entropic probability. Divine streams, disconnected from existence, find their configuration void favourably re-aligned. In answer to the universe's mark of approval images race, out of the void into occupied space.I sigh, with caffeine hyper-dosage running through my veins it comes out a hiss. People, of whom there are none around, back away. Disconcerted by my SRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-45534288934093986182008-04-29T18:42:00.001-07:002008-04-29T18:42:08.495-07:00Trip Mckenzie and the midgard serpentThe Northern Lights, dust stars, light years away by the millions. Trapped in our atmosphere, transported acoss universes. Through wormhole cracked space. I stare up and into.A wing and a prayer on imagination´s back, inspiration fuels their frenzied dance. Colour and bright, try to escape our world.Briefly I float. So tantalising. Up toward the tears, but one last flash, spectral shift and they SRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-85489959530762239532008-04-13T08:06:00.001-07:002008-04-13T08:06:25.014-07:00Trip Mckenzie pauses to reflect on a question someone mentioned to him: Why is reality so disturbing? But he gets distracted, loses his thread and comes to no insightful conclusions...Reality disturbs in gestalt shifts.Between one concept to another.Experience bears out little reflection and only continuity threads it all together. So fragile crack the world and what will unravels.Drowning in electro submersive music and alcohol. Fragments of a face from sometime shatter me and I'm reeling. Through the crowd, faceless and confusion, we came together and tumble up the stairs SRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-13860962656638971762008-04-12T09:42:00.001-07:002008-04-12T09:42:20.369-07:00Trip Mckenzie and the eternal mirrorDerelicts and emptiness. Pass through and over, for the lost and transient.Lost transience pass through and over in derelicts and emptiness.Pass over, derelicts and emptiness in and through transience lost.Transients pass over, lost in emptiness through derelicts.For the lost and transients, derelict and emptiness. Pass through and over.Pass transience lost and derelict through emptiness.Over.SRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-51462858794204247182008-04-12T09:39:00.001-07:002008-04-12T09:39:23.569-07:00Trip Mckenzie and the wastelandDull grey street, functional and flairless. Colour free is its character, depressing as hell it makes you feel alive. Push your cheek hard-on crack chewed grafitti walls, run fingers over rusty chicken wire borders. Revel in reality, oncrete for once.You think I'm slumming it. Shoulder to shoulder with wild drunks and noble fuck ups, drinking in gutter water romance. Shit of the earth and that SRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-31103248541010952362008-03-11T09:27:00.001-07:002008-03-18T06:56:36.697-07:00 Trip Mckenzie and the Sea of Mulagi Light flicker waves in gold, lapping boards. A tiny cloud tossed fishing boat, blue on white, orange touched wood, in fog thick and golden, radiating off sea shadows that run so deep. Uncertainty overtaking, barrier borne upon scales of incomprehensible time, a sole SRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-73491835228077990412007-06-28T07:04:00.001-07:002007-08-13T17:12:53.496-07:00Trip Mckenzie and the Interjection Pages.Opening the book, somewhere in the vicinity of page that I had reached. It lays on the desk, spread inappropriately: spine bent, binding loose and indecorous. Such provocative behaviour from this supposed tome of learning. I am nauseated. I reach out to shut it close again. I cannot bring myself to touch the pages. I stare at it, I hope with an expressionSRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-40557235490616526352007-06-25T17:09:00.001-07:002007-06-25T17:09:14.650-07:00Trip Mckenzie and the Great Barrier Language.(wrote this a while ago, in lieu of anything better though I thought I would put it up. It is not written creatively or well, but I find the ideas quite interesting. More to the point my brain is not functioning right now, so I thought to kick start it a little by going over some stuff...) I realised just now that I hate language. By its nature language is a system of pre-conceptions, past SRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-74393930044392604242007-06-15T20:53:00.001-07:002009-02-09T17:10:38.597-08:00I drift in void.Orbiting a vast amorphous bubble of space.Star clouds float, deep below its skin. On occasion one floats closer. To crash and break against the impenetrable surface tensions. Explosion, magnificent spectrum. Light cascades across my awestruck face. Eyes widen at the beauty of it. Creation, destruction, all of it before me.This is the ideal of existence. My path takes me furtherSRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-22259050444102506602007-06-14T04:53:00.001-07:002007-06-14T04:53:33.987-07:00Trip Mckenzie and the power of his hands.Get the fuck away from me. Stars traverse my fingers, Fingers over eyes. Eyes filling with stars. That is what I hope for at least. Get the fuck away from me and let me fill my head with stars. A head filled with the cosmos, All that there is vast held between the walls of my skull. Everything inside. Left outside only what is not. Not a part of everything. But instead, SRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-65176478289470080362007-05-26T02:30:00.001-07:002007-05-26T02:30:25.189-07:00Trip Mckenzie and the titleless drivelOne of the convenient side-effects of the search for greatness is its diversionary power. You aim for something higher than the sky and you can pretend not to notice anything underneath it.Your intellectually defined goal of soulful fulfillment allows you to ignore the emotions your heart begs to feel.This is hardly transcendence, as I said, it is merely diversion. The aim is noble, but this pathSRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-17200742863969910742007-05-21T08:30:00.001-07:002007-05-21T08:30:03.058-07:00Trip Mckenzie and the perfect gathering.I have been trying to imagine the perfect social occasion.Driving in my car, returning from a show that never happened, nostalgia for days of my youth hitting me in the face as I travel along the dark tree lined roads of those days. I recall an excitement and a spirit of adventure that accompanied every such drive, no matter what the occasion I would be filled with expectation of the grand and SRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-32539208860963770862007-05-20T20:37:00.001-07:002007-05-20T20:37:39.673-07:00Trip Mckenzie and the nuclear mirrorFace lies sideways, buried in the pillow.Eyes closed or staring emptily into nothingness.Fingers sitting impotently on the keyboard, elbow experiencing sensation of rough carpet.This is all I feel right now.In a moment I am sure my hip will being to hurt again.Then I might cycle through the emotions of the evening, frustration and melancholy. Not a long cycle. I'm planning to be done with it in SRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-11325685202362219092007-04-08T12:34:00.001-07:002007-04-08T12:34:04.977-07:00Trip Mckenzie and the suffocation set.Writing, words, paper, pen, ink. Nothing in my head. How do I get past this point? Oral histories, fractal collapse and empty expression. Powerful idease, but none with a voice. Mind should be the voice, mine are the ideas. So where is it? What is strangling it stillborn in my throat? Holding back the words, caged in head and heart, untouched by lips or fingers. Pure in abstraction, never SRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-11987771257362347532007-03-11T22:50:00.001-07:002007-03-11T22:56:35.634-07:00Let us take the mundane for fuel, burn gas-lights through the night to equal the stars in their multitudinous beauty.Let us rage upon the catalyst of other's lack of ambition.Fly screaming into the clouds, shifting weather patterns, cold-fronts and jetstreams with our defiance of the refusal to challenge.Do the chancers and the activists have any idea how tiring they are with their torrents of SRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-41641287575757815392007-03-10T20:34:00.001-08:002007-03-10T20:34:16.531-08:00Trip Mckenzie and the questions on the path.A list of questions that I have been known to think about, but that would be of questionable stability. So I ask two that occurred to me this week.The first I have no rational answer, but I have an idea.The second, I have less or more idea, is far from rationality as can be.What is this greatness of which stabs and hints in moments of awe and wonder?Why and who do I sing about when singing to a SRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-62231871516216251692007-03-06T20:59:00.001-08:002007-03-06T22:26:05.719-08:00I've done alot of driving lately. Nowhere exotic, but largely for good purpose, some even exciting in its way. That is neither here nor there though, the reasons behind these drives, not only less than enthralling for anyone but me are not the point here. With driving comes time free from distractions with my own mind. (yeah you have to concentrate on the road, but that still leaves alot more SRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155772.post-52755247277452418792007-02-27T18:28:00.001-08:002007-02-27T18:28:25.959-08:00Trip Mckenzie and the in five minutes.Hell yeah, that title makes no sense.Only got five minutes to write this. don't even know what I'm going to write yet. ISS on the screen. Shouting for the Bream.Substance abuse running through my veins, if the right girl had just said lets get some drugs you know I would.Or not, something to think about.Or not, who needs to think. Not enough time, only got five minutes then I'm back on.Talk aboutSRBarkerPHILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04931115845938214038noreply@blogger.com0