BRORIGINALS – Episode 7 – Broflow – #becauseofherwecan NAIDOC Special

We did a special last week but of course we forgot to talk about one important NAIDOC thingy: WOMEN… Cause we are shit.  So here is NAIDOC Episode IV The Return of the NAIDOC. We didn’t get invites to the NAIDOC ball and we wouldn’t be seen black there after the last time we went so instead we sit at home behind our computers and give some real knowledge on our favourite subject: Women.

This is a geocentric episode this week and so mature themes include: Being a Shyriginal, A Woman’s Worth, Haunting My Ex-Girlfriends, Manstration: Fuck DudeBros and Ask a Bro: Advice on Text based Relationships

If you need some advice on how to be a better Aboriginal hit me up on twitter, in the comments section here or on my email: thebroriginals@gmail.com or travishdevries@gmail.com
Leave us your questions and we’ll answer the best ones on the show.

If you enjoy Broriginals it would be awesome if you could jump on your iTunes or podcast app and download the episode there! Leave us a review or give us a rating. If you’re really feeling randy share this with a friend or on social media using the #BRORIGINALS

We also now have a Patreon page where you can support Broriginals for as little as $2 a month and get some awesome extra goodies: pattern.com/broriginals

Let us know what you like and what we could be doing better, we’d love your feedback. It’s going to help us grow this into something bigger. Thanks

BRORIGINALS – Episode 6 – Mick Stabbyfella the SuperAbodigital

It’s our SuperAbodigital, Super NAIDOC episode of BRORIGINALS… Welcome to Country is happening all around the country this week and we are here to rain on the parade by being Harder, Better, Faster and Stronger than all of the other Aboriginal Comedy Podcasts. Also Texas and I fight on this one… so there is that.

This week’s mature themes include: Aboriginal Management Techniques for Wuggles, Gayboriginals, The Perfect Pussy Hunter, Bridge Trolls, Reverse Racism and Aboriginal Gamers.

If you need some advice on how to be a better Aboriginal hit me up on twitter, in the comments section here or on my email: travishdevries@gmail.com
Leave us your questions and we’ll answer the best ones on the show.

If you enjoy Broriginals it would be awesome if you could jump on your iTunes or podcast app and download the episode there! Leave us a review or give us a rating. If you’re really feeling randy share this with a friend or on social media using the #BRORIGINALS

Let us know what you like and what we could be doing better, we’d love your feedback. It’s going to help us grow this into something bigger. Thanks

BRORIGINALS – Episode 5 – On the Bottom of your Shoe – Deadly Questions, Deadlier Answers

We are really sorry about this show. It’s hurting so many people but as long as  we keep reaching one person we’re going to persevere. In this week’s episode of Broriginals we continue tearing down society from the inside.

This week’s mature themes include: How to Make Friends and Get Out of Doing Things, Finding God, Steve Harold Holt!,  Aborinstagram, Finding Aboriginal and a Topical Ointment.

If you need some advice on how to be a better Aboriginal hit me up on twitter, in the comments section here or on my email: travishdevries@gmail.com
Leave us your questions and we’ll answer the best ones on the show.

If you enjoy Broriginals it would be awesome if you could jump on your iTunes or podcast app and download the episode there! Leave us a review or give us a rating. If you’re really feeling randy share this with a friend or on social media using the #BRORIGINALS

Let us know what you like and what we could be doing better, we’d love your feedback. It’s going to help us grow this into something bigger. Thanks

BRORIGINALS – Episode 4 – Ill-litter8te Wuggles 4 Lyf – Deadly Questions, Deadlier Answers

This week we take a hard right hand turn. After becoming fully assimilated last week we now feel we’re completely qualified to answer the hard hitting questions. That’s right my dudes, Broriginals goes head to head with the Victorian Government as we highjack their Deadly Questions platform. Lies will be told, hearts will be broken and we’ll probably be sued but who cares… YOLO right? (out of date meme)

This week’s mature themes include: Sorry, Not Sorry, Yarramayaho Growing an Aboriginal Army Via Sexing, My Dick is a Crow.

If you need some advice on how to be a better Aboriginal hit me up on twitter, in the comments section here or on my email: travhishdevries@gmail.com.
Leave us your questions and we’ll answer the best ones on the show.

If you enjoy Broriginals it would be awesome if you could jump on your iTunes or podcast app and download the episode there! Leave us a review or give us a rating. Or you could even share this with a friend or on social media using the #BRORIGINALS

Let us know what you like and what we could be doing better, we’d love your feedback. It’s going to help us grow this into something bigger. Thanks

BRORIGINALS – Episode 3 – #Assimilate NOW – Top Ten Habits of Successful Aboriginals Part 3 (of 3)

Good news and bad news this week folks. Good news is we didn’t get cancelled, bad news is I was bitten by a Wuggle and my body and brain has started to mutate. I’m assimilating.

In this episode we continue on with the final habits in the list: The Ten Habits of Successful Aboriginals, pitch a hot new TV show to NITV starring… you guessed it, two sexy Aboriginal brothers, and we also start to look towards the future of Broriginals where anything could happen.

It would be awesome if you could jump on your iTunes or podcast app and download the episode there! Leave us a review or give us a rating. You could even share this with a friend or on social media using the #BRORIGINALS

It’s going to help us grow this into something bigger. Thanks

Censored!!! Ohhh Nooo!!!

Ohhhh Nooo!!! Here it is, the supernatural origins of the infinite Trav. A tale of gods and sex and how I became the Trav I am today. Thrice touched by god, creator of worlds, slayer of the abyss, King of nerds.

I’m on a panel presented by Create NSW as part of Vivid Sydney tomorrow night and a few weeks ago they asked for a video to play before my part of the conversation… a bit of a get to know you piece. Anyways I was told today they wouldn’t play it. That’s right, I’ve been censored! I’m too risqué for the MCA, for Vivid, for Create NSW.

Travis De Vries, Create NSW Aboriginal Arts Fellow for 2018 presents: The Infinite Travis – Origins of Travis.

But seriously, I’d really love some feedback on this one. Do I go to far? Should they play it? Should I as an Aboriginal artist be allowed to talk about god dicks and call it art?
Holla at me and maybe we can change their mind!

BRORIGINALS – Episode 2 – Our Favourite Wuggles – Top Ten Habits Of Successful Aboriginals Part 2

So, my brother and I recently reconnected… and we’ve decided to use our new found connectivity to release a shit hot Aboriginal comedy podcast. THIS IS EPISODE 2. Listen in before we get cancelled by the man!

We continue on with the list: The Ten Habits of Successful Aboriginals. Talk about how to keep your Wuggles happy and a new television show ready to pitch to the commercial networks… LA here I come.

BRORIGINALS – Episode 1 – Call Baiame! – Top Ten Habits of Successful Aboriginals Part 1

So, my brother and I recently reconnected… and we’ve decided to use our new found connectivity to release a shit hot Aboriginal comedy podcast.

A few weeks ago I made a Twitter post playing with the spoof idea of creating a book titled: The Ten Habits of Successful Aboriginals. I couldn’t be fucked writing the book so here’s the podcast, over the next few episodes we’ll be picking apart each habit of the successful Aboriginal which will include advice on becoming successful, advice on being Aboriginal, how to get out of being Aboriginal and then some other random pop culture shit that you or I never even knew we needed… But we’re going to get anyway as a special gift for being soooooooooooooooo good.

Abstract Expressions – Finale (Part 3/3)

Welcome to the final instalment of Abstract Expressions.

As I mentioned in part 1 I am currently going through a period of self imposed exile in an effort to clear my mind, analyse some behaviours and prepare better for some huge events that I have coming up. Re-reading and releasing this work has helped with that for me because it helped me remember who I am and what I had lost.

Above all this story is like every story I have ever written, it is about endings and new beginnings, it is about hope and power but mostly, it is about love.

Again if you want to reach out and talk about any of the work you read here please do, you can comment below or email me but for now please enjoy the final in the short series: Abstract Expressions.

Abstract Expressions

  1. Dead and Left Behind

There was a part of him that was deceased, bits of him he had left behind strung out on the road as he passed. History. A shadow of himself that he had torn from its stem and discarded. He hadn’t been whole when he started this. He bent over backwards eating his own entrails, forcing them into him to fulfill the need that he had been left with.

20. Mechanics of Sexuality and Oral Fixations 

Sometimes when they fucked, he imagined that he was a great machine, a turbine, as was she. Made to work together, the relentless pounding of pistons and friction never wearing on the well oiled parts.

There were blowjobs. Her knees would up around his face. His face would be in her hair, smelling the auburn scent, fillings his soul of it. His breath drinking wisps into his soul.  The noises still rang in each of their ears. He scream and smile echoing through the caverns of his mind. Sometimes they loved so hard that things had to stop before starting again, they had run out.

  1. Sputtering Machinations

The light machine on the editors table spluttered and a long list of the mans memories spilled out onto the table, wardrobes full of his clothes, the sunlight streaming through the window into the washing liquid. Her hospitalized, something that he never was able to see, he couldn’t bring himself to see her that way. It was his greatest shame. His weakness. Demons danced in between his ears. 

21.Monoliths and Late Epiphanies

They stood one day, hand in hand between two white buildings.

By the time she told him that she loved him, it was much too late.

By the time he realized he truly loved her, she was out the door. 

When it was over, they were both only a phone call away, and a visit. For some reason though neither of them would reach out to the other. He needed her still; she needed him, they were too proud to ask though.

They both went back over things in their minds. Thoughts raced by, images of a face, they couldn’t hold on though. 

22.Problems of Perception

He was tethered, or at least he believed himself to be. She wasn’t free either. Parts of them stuck to the belief of what was.  This wasn’t an inhibition though, they continued through hardship, as everyone will.

She looked in the bathroom mirror and brushed her teeth, it came to her. A single thought and it stuck in her mind. The woods. The shadows of the trees. The water at the beach. He was there. The part of him that she truly loved, that’s where she had left it. She hoped one day she would find what she was looking for.

Sometimes she worried that she would never find heaven, that it wasn’t a real place like so many people claimed. Paradise wasn’t real, she thought to herself though that it might be in this life and she had already left it behind.

 23.Reapplication of Perpetually Worn Masks

She painted her face with make up, putting on the mask that she had become used to wearing through years of practice. The same as she always did, wasn’t it great she thought. This was ritual and it couldn’t be upset. She forgot about him and where she had left his love, she stood alone, looking in the mirror, getting ready to greet the future.  A light began to shine within her breast. 

  1. Dreams of a Past Experience

Golden light streamed in through the window, the twang of a guitar. He sat with the instrument on his lap, she watched him. He played for her, not singing, serenading her with the beauty and sound that he created specially for his time with her. 

  1. A monologue:

I guess the main thing that bothers me is the memories that we didn’t get to make, that we will never get to make. There are things that I wish I could have shared with you, experiences, places, feelings that will no longer come to pass. I guess I mourn for them.

I ride through the park and for a second it comes to me, we could have wandered through here for hours, just being in each others company.

I play a record and as the needle hits the grooves and the first sounds wash over me out of the speaker I wonder what it would have been like to share this with you.

I lay in my bed and my mind brings up ghosts of memories of watching you get dressed while I lazily stare up at you late on a Saturday morning.

For some strange, maybe morbid reason, a vision of you, your belly swollen comes to me. You carry our child, our future established and our love blossomed, flowing forth to form another generation.

All of these things and more that haunt me will never happen, a part of me that was, that could have been dies.  Racking my body and psyche with waves of despair and of pain. A pain that started in the guts, somewhat like a deep hunger that twisted the organs forcing me into a fetal position, prostrate on my floor in the dark.

It’s not real, not one bit. Memories of things that never came to pass. Ghosts of a future that died before it could be realized. None of it real, yet still, there I was doubled over, sweating, bile rising, cursing my misfortunes. Blaming myself, blaming others, even sometimes blaming you.

  1. An End or Something Extra

The boy sat on the floor, a cloud of smoke surrounding him emotionally and physically, his dreams flowed out of his head and into the reality of the room. A thin line carved into his skull. The blood began to seep, oozy and red, as the skin breached. Thoughts that raced by as the pain overtook his conscious were fuzzy golden and warm. Pushing through, he cleared his thoughts and resolved to finish it. Furrowing his brows as he pushed thought about the bones in his skull, creating a canyon where, at the bottom lay his dream. The senses started to dull and no blade fell to the ground, his finger twitching as his body fell to the floor a dream that was reality.

 His dreams, fallen from the jail that was his mind began to take shape and conjugate on the hardboard of the floor. They imagined a world where everything was as they wanted. Slowly they, the dreams, looked upon their charge, his lifeblood leaving him, seeing he needed them to survive they knitted the would in his head, sealing the break with essence of dreams. He slowly raised himself to his feet no longer the man he was but something powered by his own dreams.

A man followed his dreams in the direction they take him, a light beginning to shine within his breast and a pair of ankles floats through his mind…

Thanks again for reading. This was the final part of Abstract Expressions, the piece of prose I wrote back in 2014-ish when I was going through some introspection time following a breakup.

If you missed part 1 and 2 you can find them here:

Abstract Expressions – Part 1/3

And here:

Abstract Expressions – Part 2/3

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Abstract Expressions – Part 2/3

Howdy campers!

Yuck, let me start that again…

Hello and welcome to part 2 of a 3 part series presenting an old work of mine: Abstract Expressions. If you missed part 1 you can find it here: Abstract Expressions – Part 1/3
Basically this is a story about emotions, obsession and two people written as extended prose. Some of it won’t make sense, some of it may hold a mirror up to emotions you’ve felt before and some of it may help you work through some things that you have yet to do. Because for me, that is what this is all about, there is no point in repeating the same mistakes over and over again every time we do something.

Again if you want to reach out and talk about any of the work you read here please do, you can comment below or email me but for now please enjoy Part 2 of Abstract Expressions.

Abstract Expressions

8.Histories

Since a young age the man had read romance novels, not the likes of Mills and Boons, romance novels that showed him what the world could be. Showed him worlds where characters thoughts and feelings about something were as important as there actions. Where the dreams of a person could have true import to their lives. Sometimes he lived in this world, where an idea had power with a word and sometimes he lived in a world where he was dragged down by the day to day doldrums, the slow pace of hours streaming by with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company. This was his downfall.

He wanted great love, he wanted something that made him feel a wholeness couldn’t be achieve on his own. He wanted someone that was better for being around him. Someone who shared a passion and energy for the possibilities that life offered. He thought he had found that, what he couldn’t work out was how to keep it. Like soap bubbles, happiness and contentment would often slip through his fingers.

She wanted someone that loved her for her. Someone that complimented her in the very fiber of her being. She wanted someone who made sense to her friends, she didn’t want to defend her reasons for love. Someone who being around made every little daily action more enjoyable. Brushing her teeth became fun, preparing a meal no longer became a chore. That was what she truly wanted.

9.Wheels Turning

Things moved along as they are wont to do, and they were happy. They thought they were happy. Maybe they were happy. They shared the things that new loves shared, long mornings in bed, time, secrets, promises, futures and past memories, dreams and a physical intimacy that is completely unique to the two of them.

10.Inspiration 

She became his muse, though he would never let her know this secret. It was his. She was his, something that he kept deep down within and only let out in increments of passion and creativity. He would never share how he really felt with the world. She was his secret.

His body had once been a magnificent specimen; she had seen this in the beginning. Slowly over the course of things his muscles atrophied and melted into each other. He was no longer the lithe, strong creature from another plane. He had become mortal. He admitted that to himself and it hurt, seeing the way it made her feel hurt tenfold.

11.Strange Thoughts for a Summer Day

At times he would go into this awful black moods where he became like a cloud over the whole world. A maelstrom that didn’t destroy, it hovered like a blanket slowly crushing all that is good from the world.

Sometimes there was anger there, at one thing or another. Mostly though it was that nothing pleased him, like there was an emotional stockpile that crept up and needed sorting and cataloguing. Nothing could abate him but time, and it was time that he took. During these times he didn’t mean to hurt her, there was just no way that he could express how he hated the world on those days, those days when it seemed that nothing could satisfy him.

He knew that he could be bad, he could be all of the things that forced him into one of those moods. When he realized that he would begin to dislike himself for being himself. It was a cycle that needed to play itself out. She stayed with him through these and while he couldn’t express it at the time he was grateful in the fullness of time for her patience. Sadly he knew that was his fate, as we all do, we know deep down from when we are very young exactly how we will be forever. His was a world where he knew that he would forever be one to look from the outside, to ponder and process at the inner workings of things. He would never be able to be completely within a situation because there was already a part of him that outside of him, looking down and weighing his reactions to what was going on. Yes, he knew his fate. This is something that wouldn’t change. 

12.Cloak and Dagger

He would change his outside, his clothes, his hair, his friends, his job, he moved. Always though these were just masks that would eventually fall away or perhaps he became the mask. He would catch up to himself.

When he and her where together, after one of his moods, ideas would come flooding back to them momentarily of how things could be better. The ideas wouldn’t stick, fleeting and intangible they found it difficult to express to each other how things could have been, or should have been, or sometimes were. This was the trouble, they were so caught up with trying to define things, or not that sometimes they forgot to get caught up in the beauty of what they had.

13.Doldrums

It was a rainy day, they were lying in bed and looking at the window, droplets chasing each other down the glass. There was an atmosphere in the room, the walls were grey and there was nothing to entertain them, nothing good on TV or the radio, neither of which they used in any case. This was a time that they shared where nothing was in either of their heads, not a thought.

14.Realizations of Happiness

They both knew that there was a place they could where their love would be properly realized. This was a place where they were not. They couldn’t get there either; there were parts of each of their lives that couldn’t just be left behind. Things that kept them, obligations to other people that they couldn’t release. Sometimes they wished they could just leave those things and go, slow things down so that it seemed that they were moving as though under an editor’s vision. Frame by frame in minute detail, as though the next five minutes could last twenty years. They would drink and time would be forgotten, just each other’s company and that was all there was.

 15.Travels to a Distant Land

They drove up into the country one long weekend. The land travelled behind them, the kilometers flowing past and not making sense any more. What sense was to be made of travelling though, it was just land put behind them. The destination was not important either, all that mattered was that they went together. Part way through they stopped and ran out into a field, they drank and kissed for a while.

16.The Fawn

They arrived and took off into the forest, he wished they could get lost in here. The trees like arms stretching up to the sky, leaving behind the petty concerns of the day to day. Her face shining in the light under the canopy, her hair flowing in the wind. This was where they could go, spend as much time as they wanted. This was where he was truly happy. This was where she was truly happy. There was no longer any weight on either of them. Just the sound and the smell and the touch of the world around them mixed into their shared senses.

17.Reality and Questions of Existence

They had lost this and returned to their lives, this was a brief sojourn from the harshness of reality. The coffee, the clack of keys on the computer, memo after memo going out into the ether. They went back to being caught up in the minutiae, sharing these with each other than sharing what really mattered. What was it that really mattered though?

There was an abstractness to it all, their love, the day to day grind, the general ins and outs of what people do forever and always. In the moment it seems so clear and purposeful, as though this is what each person should be doing, yet, when it is looked back on these things swirl into crush of jagged lines and whirls. Memories, gas like of a coffee shop encounter, an emotion, a sales lady, the religion of the greater world. Insects and medication, typography and communication all becoming a part of the forgotten tapestry of a history. Thousands of lives never remembered and a thousand more. What is important about one person or two? What can they do that is special other than find happiness.

18.Melodies and Positive Aquatic Intrusions

He would listen to music and draw themes out, he would try to tell her about them, sometimes he thought he had found the secret to the universe but he had trouble expressing it. A light, shined inside both of them, sometimes it burned brightly sometimes faintly, sometimes it joined in a meeting and became a raging fire.

There was a large, water born mammal that saw this within them.

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See I make bad art too.

Thanks again for reading. The next and final part of Abstract Expressions will be available on Tuesday 24th April 2018. The final instalment wraps this all up in a neat little bow. Stay tuned.

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