For seven years years I have been doodling graphically and sonically in near isolation to perfect the ultimate thought-forms. In 1995, at school, I was involved in a loose sort of doodling club called DUPLO, and now fellow members have left to dedicate themselves to other matters (and some now seem embarrassed to associate themselves with me) I still remember their spirits and use these as virtual sounding-boards with which I reconstruct their former personalities to create a kind of impassioned ethereal group dynamism. During this period a creature called a Nod God was invented which persists in my forethought to this very day! DUPLO refers to an imaginary world that can become real and accessible to oneself and other parties through gnosis: achieved by intense willpower and concentration directed onto a doodle (thought-forms, tulpas, egregore shenanigans, etc.). DUPLO is derived from the building blocks of the same name. Through building this new imaginary world it is no longer necessary to function in the ’real world’ (i.e. desperately trying to adhere to populist notions of ’cool’, employment, banal operational matters of society, etc.). This explains why doodling is a popular pastime in care-homes. It is truly sumptuous, yet from the outside is classed as some disability of the mind warranting welfare benefits, etc. (technically untrue but who am I to argue?).
Please buy my book, ’Dropping Out’; the result of many many years of scratching at windows, scrounging, pondering, loitering, sighing, gadget building, philosophising against music bitterly, plotting against populism, antimusic music against music, interventionism, paradoxically attempting to ingratiate myself with vanguards of populism before enacting highly inappropriate and unpopular gestures in their sancta, poetic terrorism, shouting at traffic, throwing CDs attached to bricks through record company windows, fetishism, being nice, well-placed cynicism, intense doodling, anguish, occultism, crying, disappointment, self-indulgence (but what else can be indulged in a cultural wasteland?), misery, jealousies, more crying and ultimately epiphanic revelation (that nothing is real and only DUPLO can save the world). 500+ pages of true stories, fictional stories, thoughts, drawings, persuasive arguments and truly passionate critique. Some reviewers (one reviewer) have reckoned the book to be a joke - but I can assure them (him) it isn’t.
The distribution is shit (thanks to a nervous publisher) - so you will only find it if you *really* want it. If you cannot find it, you obviously don’t really want it or need it.