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Socks Murphy

About Me

Who am I? Well, I'm a poet, performer, artist, photographer, movie maker, creative writing tutor, and all the other things in between. ------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------

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Member Since: 20/09/2007
Band Website: ..<msprm name="allo
Band Members: Get Lost - a bike ride

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Influences: Mainly cider, beer, Jack Daniels, and cheap tobacco off the back of a lorry. I have also found that the certifiably insane have proven an infinite source of headfuck and, consequently, a spur to writing, making music, painting, taking photographs, and, just once in every while, dabbling in a tad of film making. In a warped twist of symmetry, I am influenced by the Social Workers who deprived me of a voice when I was a whipper-snapper, making decisions for me that were apparently in my best interests, and any fuckwit politicians who make grand proclamations about freedom and democracy while simultaneously fucking the very people they claim to serve in the eye.I am also influenced by nasty brown envelopes on my door-mat, and on good days, days of miraculous luminosity and intense feeling, I am touched by the creative outpourings of a veritable Zoo of amazing people, from poets to philosophers, from hobos to athletes, from stoic medical professionals to those who face imminent death with grace and dignity, from that shy kid in a dark corner of the pub (who will one day produce a masterpiece that no-one will ever hear about) to that cocky bastard who somehow owns a room full of people and gets away with it because he/she just is brilliant at playing a guitar or blowing a saxophone or singing with a mesmerising freshness or turning out writings that inspire generations...As far as writers go it is a ridiculous concept to root any inspirational writer in a fixed place in cyber-space; they are an ever-evolving bunch who can change as swiftly as the leaves on an autumn tree. A few fairly constant and regular writers I’ve loved are: *****Dylan Thomas for the musicality of his language and the monumental quality of his best poems. ****Charles Baudellaire for his audacity and the boldness of his writings. *****Sylvia Plath for having what amounted to a public nervous break-down, and visiting her dark corridors with an inspirational precision and control that contrasted which what was, evidently, a very chaotic emotional life. *****Charles Bukowski for identifying the poetry of the ordinary moment and making it extraordinary with a clarity of expression and warm humour. *****Allen Ginsberg for writing The Howl, an angry cry against a screwed up society that is still deeply pertinent to the present times we are living in. *****Naomi Klein for No Logo, and her tireless campaigning articles and writings that shine a spot-light on the gaping cracks in the Capitalist dream. *****Mthobisi Mqadi for being at the forefront of a new generation of poets with startling voices casting a spot-light on the full picture of contemporary South Africa. *****Zakes Mda for being a prolific play writer and poet, a driving influence on South Africa’s cultural scene, who took me under his wing, treated me as an equal, and believed in me, when I was eighteen and aspiring to be a writer.As far as music goes it is a wide pool that includes: The Smiths, Morrissey, The Jam, The Cure, Captain Beefheart, Tom Waites, The Doors, Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, Kings of Leon, Jesus and Mary Chain, Nirvana, REM, Sex Pistols, Buzzcocks, Half Man Half Biscuit, The Monks, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Eminem, Moby, Massive Attack, Ladysmith Black Mambazo, Fela Kuti, Jaluka, Kalahari Surfers, Butthole Surfers, Miriam Makeba, Boo, Leadbelly, Bach, Handels..... we could be her forever.Suffice to say my tastes are wide reaching. Just don’t put me anywhere near Pink Floyd. That’s all I ask. After a four year relationship of having that stuffed into my brain night and day, all day, every month, of every year, I have last all ability to have a balanced artistic judgement upon them. As far as I’m concerned that band is, to me, a form of water torture, regardless of how obsessive their fans are. In fact, I’d suggest that obsessive-ness has led many Pink Floyd fans into a condition similar to that of a Zombie. They may be artfully great and geniuses, but, please, no thanks.
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My Blog

THE TROUBLE WITH TURD, a short story

THE TROUBLE WITH TURDIt was a friendly morning, rippling with the nervy august energy of sun-beams and birdsong.  I woke up, rubbed the goo from my eyes, tossed the sheets asunder, and leapt into a gl...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Jul 2009 15:04:00 GMT

FIRE BAPTISM

. FIRE BAPTISMThe soldiers are silhouettesstrapped tightlyinto military reality;Babbling boys grapplewith erratic sights of light;Reluctant slaughteris commited in the dimshadow of fright...Their batt...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Jun 2009 01:45:00 GMT

FINS ATTACHED

Each of us hungers for something that suggests itself, profoundly, then dissipates.You don't need to fly in Zero gravity with a bowl of fish to get this  It explains itself, but with fins attached.  W...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Apr 2009 16:52:00 GMT

I CAN'T SEE MY FUCKING COMMENTS

I truly look forward to the day Myspace actually allows me to view the comments that are made at the end of these outpourings, the dividend of my supreme genius.  The computer says "No"
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 01:51:00 GMT

frogs and royalty

"Frogs," I said.. "Frogs, not farm animals."  Nobody noticed.    But the limbless amphibians kept on coming, and this troubled me.  I swore to God if I could do one kindness I would neither live in Fr...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Apr 2009 15:21:00 GMT

I CANT SEE

Always can I do this, till the thimble tumbless... this be mylobve, this ber my light...  No comment, see them cant I even when myspace kind be.
Posted by on Sun, 19 Apr 2009 15:17:00 GMT

WILY WILTING, WILDLY SMKI8LIHJHJ889__+£

I was just tjhinking...   I get blog commentsthat myspace expects me to wait 20 houras to see... so wat is it about all.  Not o think.  not to know..... The empire is tall, the fridgemagnets small... ...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Apr 2009 15:01:00 GMT

pigs love goats

i E AT Gota=vut mosly I love sailors, handom,se boys in string vests//// Some people have tio;d me I is a poet...  im not syure about that..;.. ransdome finger tapping on key borarsd euLS TARZABN AND ...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Apr 2009 07:48:00 GMT

DIG IT

DIG ITWhats the point of waking upif not to take a holdof every sunken skeletonthat ever embellished a day,& hang onto the bones(whose meat is history.)The heart is a hacked excavation.Dig it.  Turn ...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Mar 2009 15:11:00 GMT

A poem from my last trip back to South Africa

BACK TO THE CRADLEI come to you, a stranger, with my armsstretched out like the branches of a Baobab,expecting your embrace;You bring me warm strands of sunlight& bullfrogs bellowing lullabies every n...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Jan 2009 07:06:00 GMT