the fna show

Eamonn Cottrell

5.0 (4)
Performing Arts

fna is an aural excursion through thought. it is an experiment in sound and idea. it is a terrible champion. listen at risk. fear to listen. crucify complacency.

01/09/2021

Glory

♥ Glory Compelled, draw near to this passageway.It is a safe harbor within words and worlds, rotating and pulsating at all timesbehind 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 wherewe 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 momentin reflective pose, in a small waltz to stall my heartin 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 butmuddied dreams and a phishing for Andy Dufresne's fortitudeHow many times have you looked at the night sky?Dulled to death in repetitious phrases.Glory be. Glory be.♠ fna the fna show is an experiment in sound and idea recursively crucifying complacency since 2006.Episode photo by Eberhard Grossgasteiger on Unsplash.♦ Connect! I'd love to say hey; follow me over on Twitter.Want to show the show some quick love? Thank you! You can buy me a coffee here.Please leave a review on Apple Podcasts!♣ Undertow fna is part of The Undertow Podcast Network.

4 min
12/27/2020

the child

♥ The Child In repose against the flimsy mattress with sputtering coughs and incomprehensible wheezingthe 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 memoryon his facehe 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 roomwith no where to rest itself.The child whispersA flower?Yes!Weariness wins with the fear enough at bay to not prevent either from restThough 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.♦ Connect! I'd love to say hey; follow me over on Twitter.Want to show the show some quick love? Thank you! You can buy me a coffee here.Please leave a review on Apple Podcasts!♣ Undertow fna is part of The Undertow Podcast Network.

2 min
12/09/2020

oak and pine

♦ Connect! I'd love to say hey; follow me over on Twitter.Want to show the show some quick love? Thank you! You can buy me a coffee here.Please leave a review on Apple Podcasts!♥ oak and pine Treading lightly with foot folly between branches strewn abouton dampened turf in patches here and there in the mostly brownedtrail 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 backto the earth in no easy way.They were torn and they will remain even so in theafterthought of that fleeting celebration of fire and wind and God.The way forward is slow and beautiful and painful. Splinters of the sun cutthrough 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-dawnof 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 encapsulatesboth 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.♣ Undertow fna is part of The Undertow Podcast Network.

4 min
08/27/2020

Impetus

♦ Connect! I'd love to say hey; follow me over on Twitter.Want to show the show some quick love? Thank you! You can buy me a coffee here.Please leave a review on Apple Podcasts!♥ 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.♣ Undertow fna is part of The Undertow Podcast Network.

4 min
05/20/2020

Within

♥ Within In, within, beyond the shiningWithout a sight, foreverWithout a loss, memory.In, within, beyond the hopeSorrow sweetened fall-timeSinging old time hymns.In, within, beyond the seaDeep wells linger onOld man walking, turning.In, within, beyond the warToward caged momentsRepentance, perseverance.In, within, beyond mountainsidesStaved off depression,Dug in to hometown & funIn, within, beyond the calmingSo long to wait and ashenSo long in the countryside.In, within, beyond the turningFull eyes bound mercyLight heart overflowing.In, within, beyond the valleyGracious and never ceasingLove and never damning.In, within, beyond the streamBent into the presentWith laughter and fullness.In, within, beyond the canyonDivision toiled but metNever dullness despite fatigue.In, within, beyond curiosityTestimonial road trips Beckoned submission gladly.In, within, beyond mourningCeremonial work and joyFinal fortitude sought forever.♠ fna the fna show is an experiment in sound and idea recursively crucifying complacency since 2006.♣ Creative Undertow fna is part of The Creative Undertow Podcast Network. ♦ Buy me a Coffee Want to show the show some quick love? Thank you! You can buy me a coffee here.

3 min
Season 3, Episode 1 Trailer

season three trailer

♥ 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.♦ Buy me a Coffee Want to show the show some quick love? Thank you! You can buy me a coffee here.

1 min
03/18/2020

Plateau9ine

♥ 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 & hereRazor-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 awayI 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♠ 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.

2 min
02/21/2020

shovel

♥ 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 fortitudeAnd 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.

2 min

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fna is an aural excursion through thought. it is an experiment in sound and idea. it is a terrible champion. listen at risk. fear to listen. crucify complacency.

Creator

Eamonn Cottrell
Years Active

2007 - 2021
Episodes

37
Rating

Explicit
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