Monday, November 19, 2007

The Blown Fusings

No reason to keep re-animating this excepting I like the (b)idea of keeping it just hovering over the edge of life; like there's a quiver of EEG still draining out the system which cannot yet be detected because the EEG machines aren't sensitive enough.

Like a type of blog consciousness whicb looks smooth and lifeless to the eye but which, at the micro-level is just a little rough and spiky...

Animal Collective - For Reverend Green

Thursday, November 15, 2007



Friday, October 26, 2007

One of the Diddy Men

Friday, October 19, 2007

Monday, October 08, 2007

discharge 3

go here....discharge3 ...NOW!
not even with a when or an if could the petulant child be placated.
so with a keen blade, and some strong twine, the truculent infant was brought to brook.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

comicopera by robert wyatt

this gentleman's latest long playing record is now available. comicopera.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Monday, September 03, 2007


we are discharge.

we are deviant.

we are dark angels with bright wings.

we are dysfunctional.

we are blog art.


DISCHARGE - the best art collective in the blog world

Friday, August 24, 2007

David Carradine

David Carradine (born John Arthur Carradine on December 8, 1936 in Hollywood, California) is an American actor

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Tuesday, July 03, 2007


One of the overlooked but totally GREAT comic book characters of my youth. In the hands of Jack Miller and Neal Adams this was a DC masterpiece.

Friday, June 29, 2007

Poem: Pressing by Bruce Eisner

Two people pressing against each other can be a start
can create heat
the cool ocean air surrounding
two people pressing against each other
in the dark
groping for inner
strength surrounding
warm ambiance of skin
two people pressing against each other
to find
what is this spirit that grows stronger
hearts melding
eyes sinking
forever deeper
two people pressing

June, 1983
Santa Cruz, CA
Bruce Eisner's Vision Thing

Thursday, June 14, 2007


Whores have the ability to share their most private and sensitive body parts with total strangers.
Whores have good senses of humor.
Whores challenge sexual mores.
Whores are playful.
Whores are tough.
Whores have careers based on giving pleasure.
Whores are creative.
Whores are adventurous and dare to live dangerously.
Whores teach people how to be better lovers.
Whores are multi-cultured and multi-gendered.
Whores give excellent advice and help people with their personal problems.
Whores have fun.
Whores wear exciting clothes.
Whores have patience and tolerance for people that other people could never manage to put up with.
Whores make lonely people less lonely.
Whores are independent.
Whores teach people how to have safer sex.
Whores are a tradition.
Whores are hot and hip.
Whores are free spirits.
Whores relieve millions of people of unwanted stress and tension.
Whores heal.
Whores endure in the face of fierce prejudice.
Whores make good money.
Whores always have a job.
Whores are sexy and erotic.
Whores have special talents other people just don't have. Not everyone has what it takes to be a whore.
Whores are interesting people with lots of exciting life stories.
Whores get laid a lot.
Whores help people explore their sexual desires.
Whores explore their own sexual desires.
Whores are not afraid of sex.
Whores hustle.
Whores sparkle.
Whores are entertaining.
Whores have the guts to wear very big wigs.
Whores are not ashamed to be naked.
Whores help the handicapped.
Whores make their own hours.
Whores are rebelling against the absurd, patriarchal, sex-negative laws against their profession and are fighting for the legal right to receive financial compensation for their valuable work.

Poetry by Alexa Chung (popworld)

Study of an Adventurer

The Lost River

Sam found a Lost River
And was immediately disappointed.

'It's just like all the rest,' he said
Colouring his maps.
here she makes a meal of a moment that curses everyone and, as Charlou once said: "Everyone's pink on the inside"

Sam finds Pox and Pox finds Sam

Sam went to Africa
To search for new diseases.

Caught a little pox
From a frog in the jungle,

Drew the rash
With coloured pencils

And plugged himself
With ancient herbs.

'I wonder,'
His mind was wandering,

'If the disease finds us
As much as we find it?'

Sam spent the rest of the year
Looking for a notebook

That was smaller
And more neatly coloured

Than his own.

here she opens her heart a little, making a move towards the blessed regime of poesie with an almost Gericaultian assault on the senses. later, you can read the tears as they run down the page.

Underestimating the locals

'Never,' said Sam
'Underestimate the locals.

'You never know
When a pygmy might strike.

'They're unpredictable
And nippy little fellahs.'

One time, Sam got caught
In what he thought was a net.

Turned out to be a hole
With no way out.

'If they eat me,
I'll live forever,' he said,

Feeling optimistic
And starting to hallucinate.

They let him out
And sent him on

With a tattoo of an arse
On the back of his head

Which they found funny.

here is her response to the Jade Goody Celebrity Big Brother debacle - re-released in honour of 'Nigeria' Emily's latest contribution to the racism debate.

Carrier Pigeons

Sam used Carriers
To get his message across

Then some silly bugger
Ate one for supper

Using a fork
In the same way as the locals.

'Goddamit!' said Sam
From his Mexican prison.

'Is no one out there
Afraid of his stomach?'

One pigeon came back
With a message of love

And many best wishes
From all of England.

Sam, it said,
We wish a speedy return.
no one's even sure if she wrote this one and it seems like the names have been changed

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Bear Bird Rabbits

Avey Tare & Kiri Brekken - Foetus No Man

A Yousendit She-Loves-To-See-Them-Run-In-The-Fields Production

Wednesday, May 09, 2007


"They walked, lamed to a few bad decions and shanked themselves to the brink of martyrdom"
from The Retracers; an aural history of palour and self-sufficiency

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

The Hystamine Sessions

Hystamine Sessions: Improvisations on Acoustic and Electric Guitars

Full Therapeutic Benefits for Free.


Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Monday, March 19, 2007

"In lieu of creativity, there is an undue emphasis on sexuality"

Jay Christian Emerte

Saturday, March 17, 2007

'Okay' she said...

As a slight critic of humanity, sending out whorls of doubt wherever I go, I find myself in the awkward, almost transcendental (if I believed those tired yearnings) position of finding real love in amongst the clouds and the dust. I wonder, with the sign of the IUD in the night sky above us, if she might have been a new kind of human, one free from the mouth and the head and the eyes and the sea. I can't bear to ask. Can't bear.

P16.D4 - 'Okay' she said...

A Yousendit Liberating Devastation

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Picnic At Hanging Rock

We wanted to take the mountain,
So, like the destiny of the picnic,
On the hanging rock,
We wore our white dresses,
Flicked our hair back,
Tresses surmounted by none in beauty,
We climbed,
Climbed, rotten cucumbers in our bags,
Sweaty and wet,
Flaccid and green.

The sun,
A torture.

Mesmerised by dead doe eyes,
And the hot wrinkled backs of iguana,
We stifled and sank.

Disappearing into the original heat,
The white wheaty grass,
And the light of sun-stroke,

Where am I now?
What have I become?

Slightly shorn, white dress translucent,
I am mist,
Morning dust,
Orange rolled back eyes,
Spotted deer being ripped from behind.

They come from all sides,
All sides now.

I am hiding in brush.
White fear-eyes,
Dots of green that hold you,
Do not look for me at hanging rock,
I am swollen;
red dots of blood are my punctum now.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Faust V

"Well, legendary non-releasers King Mong never got they acclaim they deserved and it was just as well because if I'd have got hold of the fuckers I'd have kicked them amongst the balls and no mistake, the arty twats."

Taken From Twiggwitch, Spirit Of The Chestnut Tree: The Fall and Further Fall Of King Mong; Logorhythm Books, Eire.

Faust - Triump-ent

A Yousendit Microzonal Emblematic

Sunday, February 11, 2007

"From the Ballad of Reading Gaol" by Oscar Wilde

Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Over The Rainbow

With just a hare breadth between us - *little Rowan loved to play in the fields* etc - we tried our hands at making bread. Got all yeasty and overexcited. The slapped seconds between the *love* triangles that I'd tried to form in my youth (you, you, not you) and the irregular parallelograms of my middling years, when slack became jaw and hands wrinkled like wormholes, made all the difference: you could feel the time sliding across our skin as the doughdust scattered into the air...

Blixa Bargeld - Over The Rainbow

A Yousendit Nostalgic Gypsy Claim Form

I think it was Pascal, might easily have been one of the lump-eyes from the farm.

Monday, February 05, 2007

Yagga Blues

Nurse With Wound - Yagga Blues

A Yousendit Tetandtoasty Sound Productiiiiion

It's a dope expression that describes yo joy and groove state, being used by Jamaicans.

When you have a hood time, you throw your hands up in the air and scream: "Yagga".

It means that you be agree ta get tha shizznit poppin. It be like a call like sayin': "Let's get it started!"

In some way, it means: " "Fuck y'all bitches want, whoa
I'ma stay poppin shit
Anybody want it? Come see me, what?
Fame.. yagga.." by Foxy Brown (Na Na be like)

Here, she be like that she be goin' to start her shit an' when she said: "Yagga" in tha end of her speach, she warned us she be startin' it.

I'm still urban as fuck, even if this cursed child has turned into a poetry blog.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

artwork by stickleback2

Friday, January 26, 2007

Thursday, January 11, 2007

salir des anges avec les jolies visages


salir des anges avec les jolies visages


Monday, January 08, 2007

daring utility flying fish yippies

^ cocAine jEsus^doRiandRa sMith^stiCKleback2^rAven^matiNa^miA mAlkiA^

thiErry tilLier^porCElain skull^Peter ciCCariellO ^docTor anThony doNOvan^

tHE nEw brOOm on tHe blOG

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

New Forms

Coil - Live At New Forms June 2002

"Earlier incarnations had a tweaked muscle; these let themselves rough it with the sun-dripped, Lottery-funded spazzes at the back - there's a broken aura rapture to this and others like a thousand planed geyser, shovelling moons into the sky..."

I may be paraphrasing a little.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007