Posts By: Karl Low

Darjeeling Jones

Darjeeling is a teacher, writer, and amateur drycleaner. Fetishes include ’70s funk, Stanley Kubrick, Korean barbecue, and cream-filled donuts.

Porkpie Hat—Some Kind of Special

I’m seventeen years old, camping at Moses Lake with my best friends in the world.  We spend the weekend sitting around the campfire, telling bullshit stories, and drinking warm beer.  Josie has her beat-up acoustic guitar and we’re singing along to “Gold Dust Woman,” “Space Oddity,” and “Don’t Fear the Reaper.”  Ginny and I go… Read more »

Porkpie Hat—In Praise of the Polymath

“A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook… Read more »

Porkpie Hat—On the Virtue of Experience

Live enough years, and you begin to understand that there is no measuring, no charting the immense distances between who you once were, who you have become, and who you will be.  I distinctly remember hearing David Bowie for the first time when I was twelve years old, and even then having a dim inkling… Read more »

Porkpie Hat—The Sorest Throats

“but you should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living ‘cause it’s the ones with the sorest throats, Laura, who have done the most singing” -Bright Eyes Serge Gainsbourg once wrote “I’ve succeeded at everything, except my life.” It’s a quote that resonates strongly with me.  I find it especially interesting, coming from someone… Read more »

Porkpie Hat—On the Persistence of Memory

“No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.” – Haruki Murakami What a strange one-way journey all of us are on, this short trip from birth to death, with barely enough time to change out of our swaddling cloths, grab a quick canape or two, snap… Read more »

The Porkpie Hat—On Making a Living

“The men at the factory are old and cunning You don’t owe nothing, so boy get runnin’ It’s the best years of your life they want to steal” – The Clash, ‘Clampdown’ I consider myself to have been fortunate enough to come of age in the late 1970s, early 1980s, a sort of chronological intertidal… Read more »

Porkpie Hat—On the Tranquility of Winter

Ah, human nature, you ungrateful thing—forever longing for what you don’t have, perpetually failing to enjoy what you do.  Too many of us live our lives like contrary children, not wanting to go to bed when we have to, not wanting to get out of bed when we need to.  This point has been brought… Read more »

Porkpie Hat—The Night Picnic

In the English seaside town I grew up in, there was an urban legend about a certain apple tree that grew on the edge of the town park, or the Recreation Grounds, as the place was known. The story went that a woman, a single mother with three young daughters, had brought her family to… Read more »

Porkpie Hat—Musing of an Idiosyncratic Romantic

I think it’s fair to say I have few needs and simple tastes.  Just kidding.  In reality, my needs are embarrassingly abundant, and can be convoluted to the point of byzantine.  They’re also hard to tell apart from my “wants.” The way I see it, it’s a tough and shitty old world sometimes, and we… Read more »

Porkpie Hat—The Only Truth is Music

“The only truth is music.” – Jack Kerouac It started on a Friday night, with horn and percussion instruments quite literally fashioned from ice.  There was an epic arctic chill that evening, and it felt only a little short of apocalyptic, with brilliant crystals dancing on the soundwaves, and temperatures flirting with minus-fifty celsius.  Despite… Read more »