Wednesday, 6 November 2013

Chaucer's Astrolabe



Replica of Chaucer's Astrolabe from the British Museum

The Earliest Dating European Astrolabe - 1326

Tuesday, 5 November 2013

Seamonks


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Japetus_Steenstrup_sea_monks.png

Thursday, 24 October 2013

There Will Be No Revolution....




I quite like Russell Brand, he’s alright. Quite funny. Waking up in America and seeing him on Paxman via the countless Facebook posts and retweets from the English of our new moral Guy Fawkes circa Camden 2005 doesn’t really give me a lot of faith in this apparent ‘revolution’ (although a term initiated by Paxman in the interview). Yeah what he says is right. Yeah it’s hard to come up with a ‘utopia’ in a hotel room, but if you’re trying to devise a new way of voting and moving away from the rigid boundaries of the political party politics you better find a new way of sparking dissent too. There will not be revolution again in my lifetime in the UK. That term and its connotations is (in the UK at least) redundant. A revolution is constitutional change in a short period of time for a seemingly common goal and people retweeting and or sticking it up on their Facebook pages is exactly the problem; they already have their voice. Common revolution starts with a common goal and breeds over time because you have no, or at least a suppressed, voice and you have to stoke flames with people of common values and ideals – I’m not sure retweeting/sharing a post a few times creates those sparks when you’re on your phone during your fag break nodding and eating some couscous. I don’t know, maybe I’m wrong though.

Anyway, I’m going to post this on Facebook. 




Tuesday, 3 September 2013

Brooklyn



My New Home

                                                                                   





Monday, 20 May 2013

Roll Up, Roll Up....


I'm off. Buy my stuff.


BOOKS

Border Trilogy - Cormac McCarthy
Pale King - David Foster Wallace
Broom of the System - David Foster Wallace
What is the What - Dave Eggers
Four Fingers of Death - Rick Moody
The Virgin Suicides - Jeffrey Eugenides
The Outsider - Albert Camus
Lord of the Flies - William Golding
Frankenstein - Mary Shelley
Beloved - Toni Morrison
The Accidental - Ali Smith
Mrs Dalloway - Virginia Woolf
Factotum - Charles Bukowski
New Poems Volume 1 - Charles Bukowski
Last Exit to Brooklyn - Hubert Selby Jr.
Millenium People - J. G. Ballard
The God of Small Things - Arundati Roy
The Book of Laughter and Forgetting - Milan Kundera
One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Dead Souls - Nikolai Gogol
Pedro Paramo - Juan Rulfo
The Crystal Frontier - Carlos Fuentes
A Life Too Short (The Tragedy of Robert Enke) - Ronald Reng
Sellevision - Augustin Burroughs
Magical Thinking - Augustin Burroughs
Running with Scissors - Augustin Burroughs
Dry - Augustin Burroughs
A Million Little Pieces - James Frey
Naked - David Sedaris
Glamorama - Bret Easton Ellis
The Ice Storm - Rick Moody
Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
Selected Poems (1947 - 1995) - Allen Ginsberg
Overtaken - Alexi Sayle
Hidden Words - Spike Milligan
After You - Natasha McElhone
Out of It - Stuart Walton
The Hitch Hikers Guide To The Galaxy (A Trilogy in 5 Parts) - Douglas Adams
99 Fears - Nedko Solarov
Rip It Up and Start Again - Simon Reynolds
Keep Your Eyes Open - FUGAZI
I Hope You Are Happy Now - Nick Zinner
K. Cobain Bio - Charles R Cross
Come As You Are - Michael Azzerard
K. Cobain Journals
Gig Poster Volume 1 - Compiled by Clay Hayes
Fanzines - Teal Triggs
Our Band Could Be Your Life - Michael Azzerard

DVDs - FILMS/TV SHOWS

Curb Your Enthusiam (Series 1,4 and 6)
Tyrannosaur - Paddy Considine
Climates - Nuri Bilge Ceylan
Antichrist - Lars Von Trier
Das Experiment - Gregor Stockmann
Lilya 4 Ever - Lukas Moodysson
The Headless Woman - Lucrecia Marte
Audition - Takashi Miike
Kings of the Road - Win Wenders
The Dreamers - Bernardo Bertolucci
Let the Right One In - Tomas Alfredson
Blue Velvet - David Lynch
Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! - Russ Meyer
The Best of Hammer (Horror) Collection - Various
A Prophet - Jacques Audiard
13 (Tzameti) - Géla Babluani
Gonzo (The Life and Works of Hunter S. Thompson) - Alex Gibney
Pavement (Slow Century) - Lance Bangs  
Monkey Dust (Series One)
Yeah Yeah Yeahs (Tell Me What Rockers To Swallow)
The Thick Of It (Specials)
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre - Tobe Hooper
The Armando Iannucci Shows

12" and 7" RECORDS

Health - Get Color 12" LP
Grimes - Visions 12" LP
Gang Gang Dance - Glass Jar/Mindkilla 12" Double A Single
Gang Gang Dance - Gang Gang Dance 12" LP 2004 Fusetron
Mission Of Burma - Mission of Burma EP 12" 1988 Taang Records
Minutemen -  What Makes a Man Start Fires? 12" LP
Smith Westerns - Smith Westerns 12" LP HoZac Records
Liars - Houseclouds 7" Single
Deerhoof - Matchbox Seeks Maniac 7" Single

CDszzzzzz

Mika Miko - C.Y.S.L.A.B.F.
PJ Harvey - Uh Huh Her
Pissed Jeans - King Of Jeans
PJ Harvey - To Bring You My Love
Marnie Stern - This Is It And I Am It And You....
Mclusky - The Difference Between Me And You Is That You Are on Fire
Grizzly Bear - Yellow House
Liars - They Were Wrong So We Drowned
Mae Shi - Heart Beeps [Us Import]  
Ex Models - Other Mathematics 
Erase Errata - Night Life
Abe Vigoda - Skeleton  
Huggy Bear - Weaponry Listens To Love  
Greenwood Jonny - Bodysong (Greenwood)
Nas - Illmatic
Talking Heads - Once In A Lifetime
Condo Fucks - F**Kbook
Various Artists - Oi! F**Kin Oi! - Oi Band Compilation
Nirvana - From The Muddy Banks Of The Wishkah 
Mika Miko - We Be Xuxa
Q and Not U - Different Damage
Silver Daggers - New High And Ord
Vivian Girls - Vivian Girls
Wu-Tang Clan - Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)
Make Up - Untouchable Sound
Abe Vigoda - Reviver
Smashing Pumpkins - Mellon Collie And The Infinite Sadness
Pavement - Westing by Musket and Sextant
No Age - Nouns
Make Up - After Dark
Deerhunter - Halcyon Digest
The Horrors - Strange House
Robert Johnson - The Complete Recordings
Black Eyes - Black Eyes
Health - You Will Love Eachother
Gowns - Red State
Doom - Born Like This
Danger Doom - Danger Doom
Double Dagger - More
Sonic Youth - Dirty
Ex Models - Zoo Psychology
HTRK - Marry Me Tonight
Nation of Ulysses - The EMbassy Tapes
Nation of Ulysses - Plays Pretty For Baby
Ikara Colt - Modern Apprentice
Thurston Moore - Sensitive/Lethal
Lovvers - Think
El Guincho - Alegranza
20 Years of Dischord
Liars - Sisterworld
Devo - Pioneers Who Got Scalped (The Anthology)


BIKE/AMPS/OTHERSTUFFZZZZZ....



Raleigh Wayfarer Men's Bike





Cambridge Audio AM - 1 Amplifier (With 3 Years Warranty)





Handmade Whaferdale Diamond IV 100w Speakers



Fender Squier J Bass Guitar

Route '66 American Overdrive (Original Version - original box)





Monday, 17 September 2012

Some Poetry Old and New

Some stuff I wrote today and a while back....


Uganda and Her Mouthful of Dust


I am wrapping Christmas presents
in pretty pink and gold paper,

like the plastic surgeon

I fold old skins from last year’s leftovers,
smooth my hands over creases,

trim off the excess fat

to stitch with vines
of cellotape taut to my shelf.

Over my shoulder

a girl’s lips and ears are missing,
hacked off by a boy of 12.

She looks unfinished,

not deformed or inhuman,
unreadable but for her eyes

big and brown,

her lashes erect
write words her mouth now cannot say.

If I could I’d sprout her lips with texture,

a kiwi’s skin, a feather,
coax them back with a peach’s fur,

or a kiss maybe

to dress them up in a pout of wild colour.
But I wrap boxes here, useless,

separated by pixels, a million miles of skin,

her eyes frozen in Uganda’s civil war,
she queues for a plastic surgeon

with a mouthful of dust.


Tide your Puberty


I hid my body in the back,
between the gutted skin of a coat,
under the oversized white shirt
that curled at my knees: ‘You’ll grow.’
Behind the shadows of gym doors.

Others watered their bud aloud,
proud to display patchwork secrets,
nervous hands cupping their age –
the ‘Queer!’ in a caught eye,
the sharp slap of a wet towel,
the chase with an erect penis.

Behind nature’s timetable,
I’d hide from those eyes.
Cower invisible in corners,
quiet in rehearsed dress,
muddy knees in trousers noisy in smell,
the stains from deodorant
sliding off sweat.

Sometimes the slow were culled,
the ones who couldn’t shield their
bald bodies with practice,
pathetic shapes discovered,
then stripped of their cotton blindness –
pulled into showers to view
border-less torso.
To understand why we knelt at night,

to wake with hair beneath our arms.


I Think I'm a Father


Leave in womb for 8 ½ months
at gas mark seven and remove.
Wrap in towel, add pink bow with
a twist of talcum powder and
serve with constant screaming and shitty nappies.

You are screaming as I’m writing this.

Eyes search like twin lighthouses
gunning for attention, lighting a
face full of odd numbers -
a pencil sharpener for a nose.
A fat undercooked puff pastry head,
dried in a light mane of cobwebs
a big hole for a mouth cut so endless,
only an idiot may fill.
Kicking in panic a fallen ladybird,
a bee I must have just pulled the wings off.
And why don’t you smile at me?
For you smile for my lover, your mother, your brother.
I talked of names when you were still dressed in lover’s womb,
still plugged in via umbilical cord,
but not one resembles your genderless bag of red blood cells.
You love the mother.
She can bring you happiness from her swollen B-cup that
no bottle bond can replicate.
She can clone more of you if I pass tomorrow,
I can’t if she hangs next week.
Even the toys get your smile!
Mr Bear can be your father.
I’ll bring him the adoption papers.
Six-pound skin wrapped microphone!
I click my fingers but no response.
I tell my lover you must have aspergers, a
dollop of autism or the obese midwife dropped you on
your fat head at birth.
Lover says it will pass.
The walkie-talkies hiss and spit steering me
unconscious in a drunken night train.
Even when they don’t we check
to ensure no cot death.
This cot laced with low flying suicide aeroplanes
and dream catchers of barbwire that trap you like a
prisoner of war porcelain doll,
scared to kiss as you might fracture and drown.
I’m a clumsy fool.
Lover says you have my eyes,
well you can keep them, as they are red and sighing.
Lover says you have her lips and if so,
‘bastard’ will be your first word.


Haiku


To wrap you up in
cotton wool would be to kill
too many good sheep