Publishing uncompromising raw voices
Ah, good times. Yep. The good old days. Wicked. Please stop using clichés. Invent new phrases, ways of expressing yourself. Why choose the easy piss-poor expression?
Nice one. Take it easy. How was your weekend? Cool! Don’t give in to laziness and prick your mental use to devour, deflower your listener/reader. (more…)
clothes
without shoes
without books
without tea
without coffee
without DVDs
without CDs
without comic books
without crystals (more…)
Now for something different. Or more of the same.
R.E.M. have been going back to their roots, to their early sound for awhile now. I must say I didn’t get Accelerate. It had the sound of an old successful band trying hard to be cool. And those days are long gone. R.E.M. are no longer relevant to the musical world, no matter what their hardcore followers say. But here’s the good news: the new album Collapse Into Now is pretty good, if unspectacular. (more…)
I have acquired a new addiction. It’s a vice that has swollen my ‘to read’ pile, yet I can’t stop. I am suddenly obsessed with Black Sparrow Press books. While collecting books by author or subject makes sense, this is the first time I have collected by publisher. (more…)
Nicolae Ceauşescu smiles at me in person but, most times, from the large and immortal picture of himself above my desk. Goodness truly radiates from that smile. He says a joke to me and I laugh, wholeheartedly. I love his jokes but when he leaves I feel my stomach has been pitted by the world’s biggest corkscrew. (more…)
The act of corrupting or state of being corrupt.
The act of sitting on a bus, and teens beating on another teen. You do nothing. Like everyone else, you stare into the distance thinking about home, holidays, survival.
The act of sitting in an office not daring to express anything different because you know it won’t go down well, it won’t be understood, that you’ll be laughed off, shut in an echo. (more…)
Envelope-pushing smiles. Trench coat-wearing, jumper-loving, fake champagne-sipping one-sided conversations.
Dull aches, headaches, cravat-wearing backslapping singalongs. Promotional videos, readings, chin-stroking poet varieties, big on sales, creativity half-price. (more…)
Imagine being a news presenter. Those guys repeat the same stuff over and over again. Imagine that! The same five news items over and over again. Every time that news article returns, the poor sods must swallow back an element of self-hate and disgust. Dig deep. Think about the news presenter and don’t ever complain about your job again. (more…)
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