Episodes

  • Glory

    Glory
    Jan 9 2021

    ♥ Glory

    Compelled, draw near to this passageway.
    It is a safe harbor within words and worlds, rotating and pulsating at all times
    behind the worries and misfortunes so much easier to dwell on.
    But in this darkened hallway, I see doorways cracked open
    with slivers of hope dancing out into the dampness where
    we trudge.
    Open windows too bring in the breeze, but no fair light touches their ledge.
    No, this way is easy and over too quickly; don't even try to look out the windows.
    Symphony behind compels against the truth.
    I don't even dance, but am drawn to consider bathing a moment
    in reflective pose, in a small waltz to stall my heart
    in its own placidity; in a foretaste of mediocre wandering.
    Soft hands tell a big story.
    Don't even trust this flurried meandering;
    when ultimate consideration is left to itself, not much comes through but
    muddied dreams and a phishing for Andy Dufresne's fortitude
    How many times have you looked at the night sky?
    Dulled to death in repetitious phrases.
    Glory be. Glory be.

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    • the fna show is an experiment in sound and idea recursively crucifying complacency since 2006.
    • Episode photo by Eberhard Grossgasteiger on Unsplash.

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    4 mins
  • the child

    the child
    Dec 27 2020

    ♥ The Child

    In repose against the flimsy mattress with sputtering coughs and incomprehensible wheezing
    the child yawns and feels his back - reaching for a grasp.
    Will you scratch it?
    Of course, where?
    Up. Up. There.
    Feigning relief and mastering enough courage to fit a smile, a grin, a memory
    on his face
    he feels the skin's imperfections; little bumps, backbone.
    He stops.
    And then runs a finger across, tracing a tree.
    When I was a boy, Pop drew on my back like this.
    What is it?
    Guess.
    A circle?
    No.
    An eight?
    Close.
    Silence and thought and the crackling congestion breaking its way into the still room
    with no where to rest itself.
    The child whispers
    A flower?
    Yes!
    Weariness wins with the fear enough at bay to not prevent either from rest
    Though in fits he'll worry through the night and hell.
    Powerless, unquinch3d. The child dreams and
    Already sounds better, but that doesn't spare the tears.

    ♠ fna

    • the fna show is an experiment in sound and idea recursively crucifying complacency since 2006.
    • Episode photo by MI PHAM on Unsplash.

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    2 mins
  • oak and pine

    oak and pine
    Dec 9 2020

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    ♥ oak and pine

    Treading lightly with foot folly between branches strewn about
    on dampened turf in patches here and there in the mostly browned
    trail smeared with mud and leaves and the occasional pile of dog sh*t:
    there the slow trod of steps make barely an impression on the shattered landscape.
    Oak and pine and others lie strewn about - matchsticks splintered and rendered back
    to the earth in no easy way.
    They were torn and they will remain even so in the
    afterthought of that fleeting celebration of
    fire and wind and God.
    The way forward is slow and beautiful and painful. Splinters of the sun cut
    through trees overlooking the water and flashes from the waves blind in rhythm with the trail.
    Pummel down concrete runway into the dark and morbid pre-dawn
    of suburbia still sleeping and creeping inside itself behind shadows within itself.
    A mist hangs in the air, remnants of the night's black storm.
    Down and left and up and left and down and left and up and
    lap upon lap feeds the desire,
    fills up the fury
    as the body drains.
    A hooded phantom trudges up the sidewalk bent forward into the inevitability of the day ahead,
    the mile ahead and the ones now behind.
    He doesn't look up until I pass at a wide berth.
    Hoping always to prevent the fear of ambush,
    the primitive emotions so near the surface in these moments drawn out and
    stretched to slow the experience, the escape, the truth, the lie.
    With sludging my conscience ebbs within the guttural boundaries laid within the dim earth ahead,
    the placid, forgetful road fog covering thought, word and deed.
    Legs reaching onward, ever pulling upward and forward, somewhat wearily in meditation.
    I am a journey riding on the wind of my mistakes and launched into the narrow precipice that encapsulates
    both my blood and my pneuma.
    There are no footfalls in the sky, only breath; there are no regrets without the flickering they inhabit -
    self-fulfilling, self-sustaining miracle of doom.
    The dawn brings new dreams.
    Exhale.

    ♠ fna

    • the fna show is an experiment in sound and idea recursively crucifying complacency since 2006.
    • Episode photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash.

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    4 mins
  • Impetus

    Impetus
    Aug 27 2020

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    ♥ Impetus

    I am the judge:
    un-bestowed, yet unrelenting in my nit-picky sentiment driven and riot fueled pronouncements.
    They don't go anywhere.
    They feed on my sanity. And I don't think that overstates anything.
    Feeling forward in lurches and groaning and mostly while glancing back.
    Small wonder that awareness even breaks through.
    No wonder sleeplessness pervades every dream.
    I wonder what it's like to breathe freely.
    I can carry weighty things, but should I relent?
    I can persevere, but to what end?
    I can talk. talk. talk. through green skies and heart beats. Where are we going to end up?
    When shadows jump from looming dusk-filled wonderment onto our backs.
    What's left to keep at bay if beyond this moment is a creeping disenchantment?
    This has never been about cuteness or popularity.
    Pulling scabs is the honest work of the beholder.
    Abbreviate.
    Help me to know what's right again.
    Alleviate.
    Bring me into light and out of this purge.
    Obliterate.
    Hurt me if you have to; I'm okay; I'll be okay.
    Crucify my complacency. It keeps me warm, but I'm dead here.
    Impetus, heal me.
    Deliverer, bind me.
    Into the fray and the fight and the hallway of open windows.

    ♠ fna

    • the fna show is an experiment in sound and idea recursively crucifying complacency since 2006.
    • Episode photo by Joshua Rawson-Harris on Unsplash.

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    4 mins
  • Within

    Within
    May 20 2020

    ♥ Within

    In, within, beyond the shining
    Without a sight, forever
    Without a loss, memory.
    In, within, beyond the hope
    Sorrow sweetened fall-time
    Singing old time hymns.
    In, within, beyond the sea
    Deep wells linger on
    Old man walking, turning.
    In, within, beyond the war
    Toward caged moments
    Repentance, perseverance.
    In, within, beyond mountainsides
    Staved off depression,
    Dug in to hometown & fun
    In, within, beyond the calming
    So long to wait and ashen
    So long in the countryside.
    In, within, beyond the turning
    Full eyes bound mercy
    Light heart overflowing.
    In, within, beyond the valley
    Gracious and never ceasing
    Love and never damning.
    In, within, beyond the stream
    Bent into the present
    With laughter and fullness.
    In, within, beyond the canyon
    Division toiled but met
    Never dullness despite fatigue.
    In, within, beyond curiosity
    Testimonial road trips
    Beckoned submission gladly.
    In, within, beyond mourning
    Ceremonial work and joy
    Final fortitude sought forever.

    ♠ fna

    • the fna show is an experiment in sound and idea recursively crucifying complacency since 2006.

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    3 mins
  • season three trailer

    season three trailer
    May 15 2020

    ♥ Season Three Starts Wednesday, May 20, 2020

    Let's crucify the complacency which will quickly anesthetize and drain us of any semblance of meaning.
    Join me for more of the Creative Undertow.
    For more of the fna show.
    For more of this little experiment in sound and idea which continues--and needs--to persevere.
    New episodes May 20, 2020.

    ♠ fna

    • the fna show is an experiment in sound and idea recursively crucifying complacency since 2006. fna is part of my large podcast network, the Creative Undertow Podcasts. There are a couple of other shows in production as well with similar missions.

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    1 min
  • Plateau9ine

    Plateau9ine
    Mar 18 2020

    ♥ Plateau9ine

    I am stretched upon an infinite plateau where every direction beckons and each step claws back at me.
    Within &
    Without &
    Withdrawn &
    With doubt &
    The wherewithal & here
    Razor-ed in without a care and
    Suddenly jolted awake every time we settle on due north
    With choking expectation.
    Within &
    Without &
    Withdrawn &
    Past on, passed out, petty chance encounters pissing past lives away
    I am beyond my means, beyond my scope; trying desperately to write the ciphers after the fact.
    Just a little more.
    This infinite plateau: tearing, tearing, tearing.


    Plateau9ine was written, recorded and produced by Eamonn Cottrell. Image used with permission from unsplash.


    ♠ fna show

    • the fna show is brought to you in part by consecrated consciousness and the crucifixion of complacency. More is being revealed. More will be revealed

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    2 mins
  • shovel

    shovel
    Feb 21 2020

    ♥ Shovel

    Right alignment. Proper posture. Better focused. Fully present.
    Bent knee. Clear mind. Pure heart. Honest action.
    Push forward. Rest smoothly. Burn hard. Stay true.
    Love fully. Give freely. Make amends. Serve gladly.
    Look closer.
    Slow further. Draw nearer. Encourage.
    Crucify complacency.
    And with happiness, with fullness, with fortitude
    And very still now; with certainty...
    Keep leaning forward.


    Shovel was written, recorded and produced by Eamonn Cottrell. Image used with permission from unsplash.


    ♠ fna show

    • the fna show is brought to you in part by consecrated consciousness and the crucifixion of complacency. More is being revealed. More will be revealed

    ♠ The Creative Undertow

    • fna is a member of the Undertow Podcast Network. Come see what other creations we have in store for you.

    ♦ Buy me a Coffee

    • Want to show the show some quick love? Thank you! You can buy me a coffee here.
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    2 mins