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About Me

Hunt monsters , in the world & in my piano. I hate hobbies, games & the whole philosophy & business of 'entertainment'. I like intellectual, emotional & physical engagement. One third of NATIONAL SOCIALITES . Part of the Horse Hospital Radio collective. "Not knowing whether I am salted with wisdom or insipid, sweet or bitter."
"We cannot live in a world that is not our own, in a world that is interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a HOME. Part of the terror is to take back our own listening, to use our own voice, to see our own light." Blessed Hildegard Von Bingen
"If you can't involve your spirit in the creative process, you can never expect to defeat the destructive elements on Earth." Sun Ra
"The square pretends, pretends, pretends. He rationalises; the faceless, loveless sex of the puritan. But we in our humiliation and despair ... Satire turns to sadistic participation; the faceless, loveless sex of the psychopath."Jeff Nuttall
"The world is deep: deeper than day can comprehend." Nietzsche
"The fugitive kind are those who continue to ask the unanswered questions that haunt the hearts of people as opposed to those who accept prescribed answers, which aren't really answers at all." Tennessee Williams
"If there is something you men cannot understand, you either imagine that it is spiritual or that it does not exist. Both conclusions are quite false. The proof of this is the fact that there are perhaps a million things in the universe which you would need a million quite different organs to know. Myself, for example, I know from my senses what attracts the lodestone to the pole, how the tides pull the sea, what becomes of an animal after its death." Cyrano de Bergerac
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My Interests

brilliant outsiders, fighting, lycanthropy, absurdity, pianos, salivation army, the horse hospital, gravely beautiful faces, slender hips, visionaries, maniacs, pavement culture, le parkour, legerdemain, feminism, the epicene, oak trees, tomcats, hares, otters, lynx, cephalopods, diamonds, houseboats, bodies of water, snowflakes, Jack Frost, magick, hoodoo, Eshu/Legba, Yamaya, dowsing, anarchitecture, higher consciousness through harder contact, psylocybin, cryptozoology, peak experience, poetic terrorism, shamanarchy, occulture, lexilinking, ontological anarchy, forteana, dada, surrealism, psychogeography, alchemy, pataphysics, nekyia, mirrors, crossroads, thresholds, twilight, shadows, liminality, insurrection

I'd like to meet:

Beautiful, creative, profoundly dissatisfied souls

Music:

SWANS, The Birthday Party, Boredoms, Dexys Midnight Runners, Nico, Triple Six Mafia, Legendary Pink Dots, Coil, Poison Girls, Goblin

death rattles, breaking bones, skull percussion, secret recording, happy accidents, ghosts, fossils, martial drumming, bleeps, hisses, synthetic bubbling noises, creaks, crackles, great waves of sound, repetition, repetition, seeping queerness, atonality, dissonance, moments when the absurd becomes profound, juxtaposition, texture, pressure, the bottom third of the piano, overdriven organs, great big organs, chanting, sea shanties

Spacemen3, Art Bears, Joy Division, Mark Stewart & The Maffia, The Microphones, Young People, CAN, The Specials, Beatles, Robert Wyatt, Daniel Johnston, Cardiacs, Mr Bungle, Six By Seven, Tiger Lillies, Cannibal Ox, Neutral Milk Hotel, Sun Ra, Nina Simone, Verbalala, Tom Waits, Crime & the City Solution, The Fall, pAper chAse, Scott Walker, Current 93, The May Kittens, Maria & the Mirrors, Nick Hudson, Horse Hospital Radio, Hospital Radio, Cult of Cunts, NATIONAL SOCIALITES

Movies:

The Company of Wolves, The Wicker Man, Martin, Inferno, If..., Dobermann, Point Blank, Prospero's Books (& most Greenaway), The Butterfly Murders, Cabaret, Akira, The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, Nowhere, Velvet Goldmine, Princess Mononoke, Yellow Submarine, Performance, Gangster No.1, Sexy Beast, Branagh's Hamlet, Gummo, Dune, Cyrano de Bergerac, Watership Down, A Clockwork Orange, Faust, Pom Poko, A Boy and his Dog, Liquid Sky, Shivers, Once Upon a Time in the West, Fire Walk With Me, Animal Factory, The Wild Bunch, Baise-Moi, Holy Mountain, Ran

Television:

"We are the new circus.
Lift the lid and see that the flowers in the dustbin have finally taken root. Like mandrake at the bottom of a gallows, we have flourished unchecked because they never do their homework. Because we have been ridiculed we are buoyed by the civilized world -- getting stronger. We easily feed off the fat of the cities, dream to see them starved into submission. We have finally realised that the thief's trick is not to trade, but to take things away. Starving people of beauty. Hoarding. Recording. We have a history this time.
Once And For All: There Is No Scene. There is no membership activity. We’ve all done our time with the punks, the Goths, the crusties, club scenes, art scenes. Galleries, grebos & factories. You name it. We’ve done the tattoos, the hairdos, the scars, and the steel till we all looked alike. Communist meetings, Anarchist rallies, potlucks, back rooms, witch circles; all the underground credentials you could want. Having now safely returned to the helm we can report:
there wasn’t really anybody there. Despite genial perversions, bright markings and self-avowed mutilations, we were still starved for the compassionate ones ... We were looking for the ones who wanted to begin.
This circus is as far flung and varied as any cabaret. Infiltrating all areas. Infuriating people with a total inability to wear one disguise, to believe in one idea, or to take anybody’s word for anything. We truly cum & go as we please from one circle to the next, taking only what we need. Scavengers from a school far larger than any small-minded cult of primitivism, theory, dogma, decadence, or sham. We are ageless jacks-of-all-trades; dilettantes, masters, and examples. Please don’t be afraid: you will know each other by scent alone.
We are the new circus.
We are the envy of the fucking World."

Books:

Joyce (Finnegan's Wake), Grant Morrison (The Invisibles), Scott Treleaven (This Is The Salivation Army), Mark Z. Danielewski (House of Leaves), Jeff Nuttall (Bomb Culture), Jack Vance (anything), Michael de Larrabeiti (The Borribles), Henry Miller (anything; Tropic of Capricorn), Shakespeare (Hamlet; anything), Dennis Cooper (everything), Graham Greene (Brighton Rock), Crowley (anything except his fucking poetry), Hakim Bey (Chaos), Meyrinck (The Green Face), Jim Goad (Shit Magnet)

Heroes:

JACOB SEWELL and PINKIE
, they've got the right stuff.
"All monarchs I hate, and the thrones they sit on."
"Rejecting, totally, the political, theological, literary, philosophical & academic assumptions which hinge our society to the withered refrigerator of civilization (& which are in any case rooted to the stupidity of class interest) and insisting, moreover, on our own irresistable emotional autonomy, we find it essential to affirm, here & now, without reservation & at any price, the marvellous red & black validity of absolute revolt, the only attitude worthy of survival in the present millenium of streets & dreams.
More than ever, we find it necessary to affirm the impassioned use of the most dangerous weapons in the arsenal of freedom:
MAD LOVE: totally subversive, the absolute enemy of bourgeois culture;
POETRY: (as opposed to literature) breathing fire like a machine gun, exterminating the blind flags of immediate reality;
HUMOUR: the dynamite & guerrilla warfare of the mind, as effective in its own domain as material dynamite & guerrilla warfare in the streets;
SABOTAGE: sudden & relentless destruction of the bureaucratic & cultural machinery of oppression.
It is necessary, at times (& this is one of them) to speak bluntly: we affirm deliriously & simply TOTAL LIBERATION OF MAN. Long live the Negros of Watts, the Puerto Ricans of Chicago, the Provos of Amsterdam, the Zengakuren of Japan & the youth of all countries who burn cop cars in the streets & demonstrate by these exemplary manifestations that the struggle for freedom cannot be guided by the rulebooks of priests & politicians!!
Long live the New Guinea tribe who, aware of the stupidity of technological civilisation, massacred the managers of a washing-machine factory, took over the building & converted it into a temple for the marvellous but elusive Rabbit-god!!
Long live the youth of Fairbanks, Alaska, who, after being forbidden by law to drop out of school, retailiated by burning down the school-house!!
Long live the twelve Fort Lauderdale, Florida, teens who prevented by their schools from meaningful experimentation, independently began manufacturing LSD, two sizes of plastic bombs, smoke bombs & a varied & catalytic assortment of revolutionary hardware!! Long live the Incredible Hulk, wildcat strikers, the Nat Turner Insurrection, high-school drop-outs, draft-dodgers, deserters, delinquents, saboteurs & all those soul-brothers, wild-eyed dreamers, real & imaginary heroes of defiance & rebellion who pool their collective resources in the exquisite, material transformation of the world according to desire!!!
The lucidity of alley apples & broken bottles have replaced autumn leaves - the crushing subservience to authority scorched by molotov cocktails of fantastic destruction, &, far from finally, the expressionless caress has been deliciously transcended by the touch that stimulates to unheard of heights the sensuous pores of the only dynamism that matters.
As liberated souls (& we are, for our quest cannot be stopped now) we have necessarily an historically enviable role as cosmic architects armed with hammers, electric guitars, & apocalytic visions, but more significantly, armed with the exhilarating knowledge that we are able to crush systematically all obstacles places in the way of our desires & build a new EVERYTHING."
Surrealist Group, The Rebel Worker Group, Chicago, Anarchist Horde, October, 1966.

My Blog

Horse Hospital

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No more honkytonk

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