Friday, February 15, 2019

time was, time is, time shall be no more. if that's all right with you.

glance if you will, at the Simply Superior website, and you will see towards the bottom left-hand corner two items. the first is the 'pataphysical calendar (WikiPedia link here) and the "Year" by Angus Maclise (information here)

$DEITY blaess all who sail in her/them/it.

Wednesday, February 6, 2019

restoration comedy, history, no mystery.

in these time of the re-arrangement of the past to suit present or imagined agendas, please witness some photographs from a session that you may have seen before, albeit the best photo of the batch (not reproduced here). in the book about The Dreamachine by John Geiger, you will see half of the first photograph, and although I may have my eyes closed (how inappropriate for a Dreamachine photograph!) and am squinting in the rest due to the unnaturally sunny day in Jolly Olde Brighton, it is hard not to posit that *someone* edited Your Friend and Humble Narrator out, as has happened many times in the recent past. all photos by the (then) Paula P-Orridge. proof that nastiness was not always in such abundance.

[UPDATE] oh, what the hell. here is what happened in the book, plus the other photo.

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

my voice will go with you. most likely.

and LO! the clouds parted, and the dulcet tones of Your Humble Narrator arose for the edification of the Chosen Few.

voice material only, much more to be added, all proceeds to the Golden Medical Fund of Bottomless Need.

always at your servile.

not a single purchase.

Monday, January 21, 2019

for those who do, and those who might. especially, for those that will.

be alert! no, be aloof. we have enough lerts already:

will be added to as the archives are resurrected and dissected (which is in progress).

enquiries welcome, if nice.

Saturday, November 10, 2018

neither here nor there.

some of the people who read these words will recall a name or two: Khari, Audrey Del Sol, dua42, Kandinskij, and a few others. this is to let you know that the picture above is of this person, who I have very recently learned is now deceased, five years ago. she would absolutely hate that her picture was now public. my feelings are incredibly mixed; I lived with this person for roughly 2.5 years, and we had a child together. this person, er, no - entity, calls up the following in me now:

provocateur privately (not seeking glory for it like so many others) / impossible / a pointed stick / too far (gone) to hold onto / the personification of someone lost in the "in between" / someone with a history which was denied but omnipresent / a social litmus test / sadness seeping from every pore / intelligence destroyed by choices based in imbalance and paranoia / almost there but turning back at the brink of discovery / the futility of the certain / potential dissipated and dissolved into the ether

I will no doubt add to this.

light and dark were all the same to her, so there is no use in asking for her to go towards anything at all.

sorry it took so long, and I really did forgive her. she never will do that for me.

Thursday, September 27, 2018

oh well...

"I am deeply impressed by His Name Was Master. The editing & footnotes by Andrew McKenzie are really brilliant and fascinating.”

James Grauerholz, editor and executor for the estate of William S. Burroughs.

(still have not received a copy)