I just wanted to write to tell you how much I enjoyed your show, ‘Nanette.’ You don’t see a lot of genuinely incendiary stuff anymore. Incendiary and vital. Continue reading
An Open Letter to Hannah Gadsby
Posted in Real Men, Statement of intention with tags gay pride, Hannah Gadsby, Henry Rollins, Mardi Gras, Nanette, Netflix, rainbow flag on August 4, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
Death Symbols
Posted in Observation with tags Apocalypse Now, death symbols, Iraq war, The Things They carried, Vietnam, war on April 30, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
Above: ‘Punisher’ emblem on RAAF Wedgetail surveillance plane.
“Such symbology… is always ill-considered and implicitly encourages the inculcation of an arrogant hubris.”
Lieutenant General Angus Cameron, chief of defence elect on his decision to ban the use of skulls, crossbones, The Punisher Logo, Grim Reaper and Spartan emblems amongst armed forces.
“We train young men to drop fire on people, but their commanders won’t allow them to write “fuck” on their airplanes because it’s obscene!”
Colonel Walter Kurtz, Apocalypse Now.
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Sara’s Geometry
Posted in poetry with tags poetry, yoga on April 26, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
She comes among us
where we are marooned on mats
She passes through the ocean of whiteness
dressed in olive and black Continue reading
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Her Absence
Posted in Love letters, poetry, Pornography with tags August Ames, poetry on April 19, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
Her absence
luscious and pendulous
rhythmic and sussurant
respires beside me in the darkness Continue reading
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Okinawa Calling: Sensei Damien Martin on Rediscovering the Roots of Karate
Posted in Journalism, Martial Arts with tags autism, BJC, Bob Jones, Damien Martin, Goju Ryu, Jim Armstrong, kata, Okinawa, reality-based self-defence, Taira sensei, Zen Do Kai on February 25, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
Blitz Magazine, Volume 31, Number 6 December 2017/January 2018
Okinawa is the birthplace of karate. Japan’s fifth-largest prefecture was a cauldron of conflict during the second world war and is now a bucolic territory, known to boast one of the largest populations of centenarians in the world. Continue reading
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Fighting in Public Places
Posted in Fiction on February 17, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
Final
I don’t believe in threats. A threat is specific, and knowable. It comes from you, and it’s contained and bordered by words. Fear, however, is personal. It’s amorphous and endless. Like a gas, it expands to fill a space.
“You’re done! You’re done!” said the others.
“I’m done when I say I’m done,” I replied, trying to find his eye. Continue reading
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Fighting in Public Places
Posted in Fiction on February 10, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
3.
Jester Mitolo Cabernet Sauvignon from McLaren Vale, South Australia.
She never loved you.
Further down, Kaysler Cabernet Sauvignon, Barossa Valley.
She never loved you.
In the next rack, Saltram’s Barossa Shiraz.
She never loved you.
I opted for the Kaysler. Continue reading
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Fighting in Public Places
Posted in Fiction on February 5, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
2.
Maybe she didn’t love me. Worse, all those times we lay in each other’s arms at night, she may have just been doing that so I’d keep paying her registration fees and mobile phone bills. Continue reading
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Fighting in Public Places
Posted in Fiction on January 28, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
1.
Night. A depthless, crystalline dark. I was lighting candles when the phone rang.
“Hey Monkey,” I said, “How’s it going?” Continue reading
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The Most Beautiful Girl in the World and the Crime She Committed Against Her Own Face
Posted in Love letters with tags Cormac McCarthy, Ellsworth Kelly, Leonardo Da Vinci, Merzouga, Sahara desert, Stendhal Syndrome, Zagora on January 4, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle
We met at the gym. I can remember the handful of occasions I had seen her before we spoke, before she flowed inside the parameters of her name. Continue reading
Theme Park at its Darkest 