Archive for the 'Chaos' Category

Crash

January 25, 2020

“oh my God!, screamed Doctor Frankenstein “it lives! It lives!”

Hide your pies! They’re coming for you…

August 27, 2019

…on 6th September on all platforms…

food police

The Handmaid’s Tale Season 2

June 13, 2019

It’s always bad

                            in Gilead

milkshake snowflake

May 25, 2019

milkshake snowflake

sticky handshake

dodgy hand-break

fascist pancake

 

burning teacakes

mistake heartache

raging earthquake

milkshake snowflake

 

 

second childhood

May 18, 2019

I walk backwards into the dark

squinting at the light in front of me

The light shakes, full of joy and rage

My ears have gone

I don’t hear the light

My bones vibrate

No time to waste

When I grow up I want to be in a band

kangaroo court

May 3, 2019

kangaroo caught

kangaroo court

 

offences

 

bouncing too high

boxing too hard

hiding

 

swag

 

in pouch

 

kangaroo caught

kangaroo court

 

kangaroo

 

convicted

 

 

How the Internet works now…

September 26, 2018

I’m in Berlin… I saw this… I pressed the button… nothing happened…

Monday Night Listening: “Hendrexit Persued By Beat” @grooveyardmusic

September 10, 2018

So Lee Sparey took some of my horrible guitar and transformed it into a thing of brutal beauty… God speed to him!

Saturday night listening: Jimi Hendrexit live at the All Weather Backstop Festival

September 1, 2018

Horrible… muddy…

A “Wail of Sound” production.

More “Odes to Brexit” here and here.

“Myra Breckinridge”

June 11, 2018

In view of the current confusing state of gender politics I thought it might be illuminating to read Gore Vidal’s 1968 novel “Myra Breckinridge”.

gore

“The century” meaning “the 20th century”

Many years ago I read the sequel “Myron”. But I’d never read the first novel in the sequence. Which is backwards. And a bit perverse. Which is appropriate.

If you already know the twist (spoiler: and even if you don’t you’ll guess pretty quickly) then “Myra Breckinridge” isn’t particularly shocking. Unless you are shocked by the very idea of changing sex, in which case you will be shocked.

But since I’m not shocked, then I found the novel fast paced, a pretty easy read, but surprisingly, a little distasteful. Not for its subject matter, more its tone. I don’t usually have a problem with cruelty in art, but here the tone seemed patrician, even patronizingly cruel.

There’s a also a lot of satire around notions that the novel is dead, the Gutenburg era is over, people don’t read anymore, television, images are now the dominant form of cultural expression etc etc.

Which is being said a lot now, 50 years later.

But people now read more than ever. They just read on screens, not printed matter.

Maybe patricians mean, “people don’t read my books anymore”, or “people don’t read the kind of books I think they should read…”