Musing upon the second KooK

Over the next month we'll be contacting people whose work we value and wish to see.

If you would like to submit to the kook, please dig out the email address on the right and send art, stories, poems, photography, illustration, recipes, directions to secret waves, sizeable cash donations, that kind of thing.

It's gonna be a stacked lineup. Globally homegrown.

Stumps

There was a time when we sat

Upon the stumps of youth

About the roaring fires of night

Consumed,

Shared conversation and destroyed

Critical faculties

There was repetition in the verse

A forwards-backwards

Rhythm of destruction

As bludgeoned brains

Gently unravelled

So much wasted beauty

So many near-travelled dreams

The fucked and un-fucked ebbing

Of decisions

But do not judge the jury

Or cry derision

For what is shared between

Engorged pupils and the

Failing mind

Is much more than fun

There’s a hope there

That the stumps may seed

And the wounds heal

That love replaces greed

And dreams become real

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Filmed and edited by Ollie Banks, from a concept and interview by Dan Crockett and John Eldridge.

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Gratitude 06. This was a real attempt to transcribe how it felt to surf. I guess it remains my most experimental surf writing so far.