August 2010
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Guerrilla Girls
2005 1988 http://www.guerrillagirls.com
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This Is Just to Say
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold William Carlos Williams “The Others” group at William Carlos Williams house. Only the Men.
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Avi Buffalo
Avi loves noise. What he calls “really tasteless brutal speaker gargling;” he spent the mid-2000s singing quiet yet resolutely sophisticated songs into whatever free programs he could put on his PC. They are ‘lovely and scruffy’…
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Uncle Paul's House
We drove from the bottom of france..with dry foliage and intense heat to somewhere in the middle called Limoge. My uncle moved here on a bit of a whim two years ago with the idea of converting some ruins. Typically Angus they are still decrepit. The ‘internet’ room doesn’t have a roof, a small room adjoins the office with three dead dried out mice in it. They look like someone...
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Admonitions to a Special Person
Watch out for power, for its avalanche can bury you, snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain. Watch out for hate, it can open its mouth and you’ll fling yourself out to eat off your leg, an instant leper. Watch out for friends, because when you betray them, as you will, they will bury their heads in the toilet and flush themselves away. Watch out for intellect, because it knows so...
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Warpaint at CAMP, Shoreditch
Warpaint an all-girl quartet from Los Angeles, played at CAMP last night. It was truely exceptional.
‘They weave intricate guitar lines, hypnotic vocals, and driving post-punk rhythms into gorgeous, sprawling songs that skirt the line between the soundscapes of psychedelia and intimacy.’
Yes Yes Yes..They do! The drummer Stella Mozgawa was sensational. I have not danced with that...
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Puebla
Hola amigo, A little description of things here, in case your interested. As i’m writing this the second roll of thunder is sounding through cholula, a place where in the rainy season, the streets fill with murky water every afternoon and sometimes into the evening. people hide in shop fronts or pull on wellies (the kid next door even has a little boat) to wade down the rivers of...
Published in Sleet Magazine →
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AIR SURGEON
Cutting the atmosphere with a knife (haha) Air Surgeon creates next-generation electronica with smooth beats and smoother vocals. It’s like floating above your own body in an existential discovery. Song ‘The Little Prince’ evokes a viscosity with which the music flows in and out of consciousness. http://www.myspace.com/hostetlermusic
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WatchAnd I don’t know where home is
And I run restless
And then I meet you, on the streets of the town where we first met
And you remind me of home
And suddenly I feel like I am home
But I can’t
I have to run restless
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The Protégé
The fire burns brightest at noon,
its smoke moves at speed across
stranded houses, through windows
open or closed, through sunlight,
across streets and into a room
where you lie at the soft pedals
of your silent piano, letters
and trophies strewn over the floor.
Smoke drifting at a speed too fast
for drift, travelling to grass, wood,
concrete; streets of soot smothering
the...
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“Humanity I love you because when you’re hard up you pawn your intelligence...”
– e.e.cummings
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Aubrey Beardsley
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Fear of Ladybirds
When I was little my mum would read me her Ladybird fairy stories from when she was a girl. The one I liked the most was Beauty and the Beast and not even Disney’s talking pots and pans portrayal could dint my opinion. The Beast looked like a monkey and the Beauty resembled a 1940s pin-up. And whilst the fairy tales my mum threw down from the loft have a slight scary tinge about them her...
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Watchhttp://msdockville.de/ Best festival of the year… Dockville in Hamburg. Further exploits recorded once my brain has cleared from utter amazing meltdown….
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SHANGHAI STREET STORIES
Sue Anne Tay documents the rapid growth of Shanghai with a poignant camera lens pointing at real humanity. Documenting the evocative city not only with pictures but with words Tay gives a deeper meaning to her days. http://shanghaistreetstories.com/
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WatchTEENGIRL FANTASY
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Janet and the painting
I arrived at the pub sweaty, it had been one of those hot days in July, the sort of staggering heat that makes the air feel tight and near. I had been to Brixton to pick up my painting from a gallery. Being one of the only paintings i’d had framed it was carefully wrapped in parcel tape and bubble wrap. It was heavy, this combined with the stuffiness of the tube and the traffic jam of...
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From Le Gorge d'Ardeche to Normandy-playlist
I am terrible when it comes to listening to new music or music that is ‘new’ to my ears. Rather than broaden my horizons I tend to listen to the same music that my mum and dad use to play on long car journeys. However my Itunes was recently wiped to I went into our office and uploaded 6 CDs that I hadn’t ever listened to before. Also little Scottish red-faced Jim gave me the...
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Fanzine
I just really like the idea of fanzines- the idea that maybe a group of people are sitting around cutting and sticking pieces of art and fiction together to make a shonky magazine. Riot grrls and punks alike- there is a lot to be said between flimsy stapled pages.
Enter the band Fanzine. Already I like it. Don’t judge a band by their name blahblahblah. However, adding a dash of Pavement...
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Jim, Jesus Christ and Prince
Scottish Jim.
Is a stubby little fella with a very very red face. He has sticky up pointy hair and he wears head to toe Burberry check. I think he is in his late 50s but it is hard to place him at an exact age for his continual drunken state serves to age him ungraciously.
‘Lassie am gonnie fanned you a nice boyfriend sos yu can git married’ he said
‘I don’t want to...
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...more John
art
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wolf man
men and wolves
It was on a quiet afternoon in the pub, when I first became acquainted with the Wolf man. Three customers sat silently in the pub each on separate sides of the room. The fridge whirred like an angry stomach so I kicked it twice to no avail. Red-faced little Scottish Jim sat in front of me halfway into an alcohol induced stupor.
In walks a bearded man with small black eyes, he...
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Dorothea Tanning- Birthday
