Hey there, this is a pretty special episode. I sat down with my friend Jana to discuss what her life is like, living with schizophrenia. You can download it wherever you get your podcasts or click the link below.
Language such a crude tool for describing the body's bent song Where does the heat in my heart originate Where does the firewood come from and who is chopping it My lungs two caverns that I insist on choking with smoke and smoke and smoke All of the worlds noise bouncing off my pupils unrelenting and I let a lot of it in All these thoughts laid out like a map written in some alien script And as I go along some words are revealed to me the glass on the compass becomes less foggy Torn between two worlds one production the other a sorry but glorious destruction but I know neither is right and like a retired magician my tricks are becoming harder to fake so I go on shoes velcroed tight and my perception of time constantly swinging from vine to vine where does the heat come from? The thought of having a soul is comforting but comfort doesn't make for an interesting life.
Hello Lovely people,
I have started a podcast and its called Curious Jord. You can download it wherever you download your podcasts. You can also listen to it on my website!
I have published 4 episodes so far. The above link is for the first episode where I talked to an apprentice funeral director. It was a really great conversation and I hope you enjoy!
In this home movie we continue our journey across Canada and try to stay sane while crossing the prairies. Hope you enjoy xox
long time no post on here. I figured I should get back on the horse. This is less spoken word and more home movie. My partner and I bought a camper van and we recorded one of our adventures. Have a watch and let me know what you think. Cheers world xo
I’m remembering when you came up the stairs with a tiny porcelain pot and in it was our first house plant. . It died a week later. That house was so awkward, the cupboard doors wouldn’t stay shut and the leaky roof was a constant reminder that we were just a couple sheets of drywall away from nature. But we had a few laughs and got drunk from time to time and like all good houses we felt at home. We whispered at night to appease the ghosts. We whispered at night because it was cute. We whispered at night. There was that one time when I was taking down the Christmas lights and fell off the ladder, I thought had broken my back lol. You called me a pussy and told me to get up while passing me a glass of rum and a cigarette. It turned I was fine and the rum was nice and I never did finish taking down the lights, so they just hung there all year like a long strand of hair touching the tip of the tallest blades of grass