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January 1, 2013

another new year – 2013

by jhon baker

life yer life – love yer wife

I wonder if I will ever stop wanting to drink, smoke, take drugs.
I wonder if I will ever want to stop drinking coffee, writing, masturbating, playing with Legos, loving legal voyeurism, among various other bad or dangerous things.
I don’t wonder these things too much because if I allow myself to live in the future I can see that the day will pass when these are not options but memories that I will continue to scribble about.
I look forward to being a dirty old man.
I look backward at being a dirty young man.
Right now is the middle. between two dirty states of being.
my thoughts are often unwilled intrusions, and I don’t act on most of them.
which is good because when I obsess, I obsess with the best of them.

this is nothing new and right now I sit in a coffee shop on my laptop like some asshole with a “for here” mug half filled with black coffee. The music is mostly good and right now plays something I’m not immediately familiar with but it sounds like seventies Cat Stevens as sung by Jack Johnson while drinking. But that ends and plays something else and this I don’t care for.

I wait for the next song and step into the frigid outside to imbibe in a long nurtured vice.

I make no resolutions, live life like yesterday but today and tomorrow.


January 1, 2012

a new 2012 and the year of the Dragon to boot

by jhon baker

live with abandon

love freely

hate no-one for it uses up energy that can be used for other things

try something new –

try something old –

try things –

try everything, and if you are really into it – try it twice.

make no resolutions – for they are set-ups for failure

if it needs changing – change it regardless of what time of year it is.

party wildly and in some unorthodox way.


don’t wait for them to come to you, they might not.

if you still hold out hope – don’t abandon it but accept its fruition may never come to pass.

don’t look for Atlantis, Plato made it up and says as much, create your own Atlantis.

challenge the irrational laws – challenge the rational ones too.

start a swear jar to enable you to travel somewhere exotic you’ve never been.

swear a lot.

drink, smoke, fuck wildly and with abandon but only the one you love and that loves you.

don’t be “that guy”.

remember there will only be one 2012 and be thankful that there was only one 2011.

wish to be only the person that time and experience will make of you.

support a charity, I can easily suggest NRA or HRC – they both get shit done.

ignore the bastards (except me!), most of them will never help you but hinder.


sing in crowded places as if you were alone in the shower where the acoustics make a Pavarotti out of all of us.

but just sing.

make mistakes.

remember that most people have forgotten the mistakes you’ve made and most people will forget the ones you will inevitably make this year.

so do not be concerned with them.

those who do remember all your mistakes aren’t good people to have around unless they are smart and kind enough to have pretended to forget them.

keep a journal or diary. it will be invaluable to your grandchildren or another generation – and if not at least it helped you organize your thoughts of the day and will help you to sleep better.

those who love you are Holy, keep them in your pocket at all times.

also keep spare change to feed expired meters.

time and space are one – so broken watches tell time just as well as others.

remember that.


for auld lang syne. – me


January 1, 2011

Here is an image.

by jhon baker
Happy New Year all – please party wildly and in some unorthodox way.
Kiss a stranger.
make love wildly.
drink to the kind of excess that makes you not drink for another year.
Stay off the roads and avoid police roadblocks.
play the piano until your fingers bleed.
I once got drunk on new years in Trafalgar Square,
if your there – get naked – take pictures and send them.
plan to sleep in tomorrow, show up late for work
if you’re alone – 
masturbate twice and drink happily.
ladies, pour your own drinks.
don’t allow video to trump your good time.
kill the documenter if it makes it to you tube.
be prepared for strong coffee at seven am
do not go skinny dipping, it is still cold,
unless it is warm where you are, then
by all means.
make no resolutions,
just change what needs to be changed.
Don’t do what  I would do…
do it twice.
for auld lang syne – J.
December 31, 2010

The end of 2010 and the start of 2011

by jhon baker

let us start something new.

humm, how about a year?

okay, good, what exactly can we do with another 365 days?


on another note all together, I hear birds singing right now. It’s six-thirty. My wife is starting to cook some pizza sauce and my MIL is helping my son clean the living room. Two cats are crying for their seven O’clock feeding and I am blissful at the sound of typing being done on my slim keyboard.

Back to the bird; This morning I say a pill bug by the front door and late yesterday morning my attention was drawn to a really fuzzy caterpillar. I think what I am trying to say is it is damn warm for Dec. 31st and nearly all the snow has melted away. Condensation is covering everything and just when I thought I was going to take out my motorcycle for a winter run – it started to rain, heavily. This was God mocking me.

It was warm enough to strike the outdoor Christmas decorations, put the chains on my tractor tires because I am tired of being stuck in the snow while I eliminate the snow from the drive. We were able to see all the newspapers that got lost in the snow storms and get them into the recycle, unread, I am already aware of what has happened from those days and the only important paper, with my friend featured, had been gotten already.
while striking the outdoor declaration of secular celebrations it was discovered that there were some cut lights. This happened last night I am positive – we were out smoking and we heard a noise – I loudly said something about getting my side arm and investigating while I finished my smoke. We did nothing last night thinking it was probably an animal and come to find it was probably a neighbor who is the killjoy of all things neighborly.One day he will be in the yard and learn that I am indeed armed. But it’s Christmas time – I prefer to shoot people when Santa isn’t looking too closely. Not that I’ve shot anyone before – that you know of…

Tomorrow will have new poetry. I’ve a Magpie to finish and have been tinkering with some words and forms. Today has had it’s own poetry, tonight will have more as we fuck away 2010 and welcome fuck in 2011.

 – J. Baker

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