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April Skies by joe_le_taxiDj -Flyer # 5: psychodelic / new folk / soft abuse label April / 081. Dactylographique 1:10 Migala - Asà duele un verano 2. Now You Are Pregnant (Quiet Version) 4:19 The Wave Pictures - Sophie 3. Canaveral 2:39 Shellac - 1000 Hurts 4. Recent Bedroom 3:47 Atlas Sound - Let The Blind Lead Those Who Can See... 5. Thankless Marriage 4:00 Spokane - A Small Commotion 6. Wolves 6:17 Phosphorescent - Pride 7. Rooks 3:21 Shearwater - Rook 8. Brad Haunts A Party 1:56 Nina Nastasia - On Leaving 9. Coriander 4:02 Nancy Elizabeth - Battle And Victory 10. Swimming Pools 2:10 Thao w / the Get Down Stay Down - We Brave Bee Stings and All 11. Astronaut 5:05 Beach House - Devotion 12. Conquering Kids 4:53 Throw Me The Statue -Moonbeams 13. london is a place for me 2:40 Lord kitchener - Honest jons 14. Mansard Roof 2:08 Vampire Weekend - s/t 15. Fucked for Life 3:16 Dirty Projectors - Daytrotter Session 16. Saturday Night 3:29 The Battles - Giantess 17. Hawaii Five-O 1:52 The Ventures - Welcome To The Basement 18. Bambino 2:03 Plastic Bertrand - Ca Plane Pour Moi 19. Revenge wears no wristwatch 3:20 The Walkmen Everyone who pretended to like me is gone 20. Claxxon's Lament 2:36 Blackout Beach - Claxxon's Lament EP 21. spring clock 2:13 Ov - Noctilucent Valleys 22. I Can't Wake Up 4:41 Hot Chip - See You On The Moon! Songs For Kids Of All Ages 23. White Sleep 4:16 Hala Strana - White Sleep 24. Fortune (incl. A Hated Art) 3:26 The Child Readers - Music Heard Far OffcoverThe Soundtracks of our Lifes – by Dj Joe_le_taxiDj Flyer # 4 : Movies - January 081. Melody The Cinematic Orchestra The Man with the movie camera 2. Modern Times - Overture Charlie Chaplin Soundtracks Of His Famous Movies 3. Science Fiction/Double Feature Richard O'Brien The Rocky Horror Picture Show 4. Two Worlds, One Heart Gustavo Santaolalla Babel Original Soundtrack 5. Drang nach Osten Emir Kustorica & No smoking orchestra 6. Chasing Sheep …Michael Nyman The Draughtsman's Contract 7. Main Title Krzysztof Komeda Rosemary's Baby, Vampire Killers 8. Ma La Vita Continua Nino Rota Mala Vita 9. With Smiles & Smiles & Smiles Vincent Gallo Recordings Of Music For Film 10. Baby I'm Not A Baby Anymore (Beatrice Theme) Tom Waits Night On Earth 11. ma ligne de chance Anna Karina Chanson De Films / Pierrot le fou12. La Tourbillon Jeanne Moreau Jules & Jim/Truffaut Soundtrack)13. Boum! Charles Trenet A Portrait of Charles Trenet14. Modern Times - A Nonsense Song Charlie Chaplin Soundtracks... 15. Le Rififi J. Larue & M. Philippe Gerard Chansons Et Musiques Des Films Noirs 16. Nuit Sur Les Champs-Élysées (Take 1) Miles Davis Ascenseur Pour L'Échafaud 17. Theme De Camille Georges Delerue Le mepris / Godard 18. Zorba theme Zorba the greek 19. Barbarella Theme Jane Fonda / Barbarella excerpt 20. El Conejo Elliot Goldenthal Frida 21. Volver Estrella morante Volver / Almodovar ost 22. The Godfather Manta Ray Score 23. 7:25 Mogwai Mogwai - Zidane-A 21st Century Portrait 24. Green Hornet - Al Hirt Kill Bill Vol. 1 25. Across 110th Street Bobby Womack Jackie Brown 26. we have all the time in the world louis armstrong James Bond: the secret majesty..s... 27. Maudits Maneges Gabriel Yared Betty Blue (37.2 Le Matin) 28. Organ Solo Neil Young Dead Man 29. blue velvet / blue star montage isabella rosselini Blue velvetNOVEMBER SONGS by Dj Joe_le_taxi Dj Flyer nr. 3 - November 07 - indie / new folk / melancholic winter tunes & soirée canadiénne -1. 20 years ago * Piana 2. This Will Be Our Year * The Zombies3. Back In The Day * Manishevit4. Plastic Bags * Sackville5. All faves * Swan lake6. A Latex Ice Age * Frog Eyes7. Up on your Leopard ... * Sunset Rubdown8. Montreal - 40 c * Malajube9. No More * Julie Doiron10. A Leaf * Okkervil River11. Our Hell * Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton 12. Berlin * Hanne Hukkelberg13. If You Stay Sober * Shearwater14. Marrakesh * Andrew sweeny 15. Circles * Sandro Perri 16. Song To Bobby * Cat Power17. Ash Wednesday * Elvis Perkins 18. You're not strange enough * Seabear 19. Bird * Jana Hunter20. Cuaderno * Las Malas Amistades 21. La Valse Des 24 Heures * Calexico & Amor Belhom Duo 22. Free custom coaster * The Riverendingsplaylist 11-11-07 radio-metropolis.de * soirée canadiénne - canadien night * (with jochen + monique)1. low: canada (trust, sub pop)2. arcade fire: the flood (demo tape)3. kevin drew: tbtf (spirit if ..., arts & crafts)4. wolf parade: killing armies (s/t, sub pop)5. swan lake: all faves (beast moans, jagjaguar)6. frog eyes: idle songs (tears of the valedictorian, absolutely kosher)7. destroyer: in dreams (thief, cavec)8. feist: tout doucement (let it die, universal)9. julie doiron: don..t wanna be / liked by you (woke myself up, jagjaguar)10. sackville: plastic bags (natural life, constellation)11. emily haines & the soft skeleton: our hell (knives don..t have your back, grönland)12. malajube: montreal -40c (trompe l..oeil, dare to care)13. caribou: melody day (andorra, city slang)14. andrew sweeny: marrakesh (hinahsingle)15. sunset rubdown: up on your leopard upon the end of you final days (random spirit lover, jagjaguar)16. sinoia caves: naro way (the enchanter persuaded, jagjaguar)17. les mouches: love song to an empty room18. final fantasy: this lamb sells condos (he poos clouds, tomlab)19. the hidden cameras: fear is on (mississauga goddam, rough trade)19. great lake swimmers: this is not like home (s/t, fargo)20. sandro perri: circles (sandro perri plays polmo polpo, constellation)21. black ox orkestar: toyte goyes in shineln (song of the silent land, constellation)22. godspeed your black emperor: moya (slow riot for new zero kanada, constellation)23. hayden: street car (skyscraper national park, loose music)24. the pink mountaintops: rock n roll fantasy (s/t, jagjaguar)25. neil young: what happened yesterday (mirrorball, reprise)playlist 04-11-07 * honest jons label special * (with jochen + monique)1. mali music: bamako city (mali music, honest jons)2. lord kitchener: london is the place for me (london is the place for me, honest jons)3. young tiger: i was there - at the coronation (london is the place for me, honest jons)4. mona baptiste: calypso blues (london is the place for me 2, honest jons)5. west african rhythm brothers: ominira (london is the place for me 3, honest jons)6. ginger folorunso johnson: egyptian bint al cha cha (london is the place for me 4, honest jons)7. gwigwi mrwebi: botyana (mbaqanga songs, honest jons)8. dorothy masuka: khauleza (london is the place for me 4, honest jons)9. las malas amistades: malo (jardin interior, honest jons)10. kako: cool jerk (boogaloo pow wow, honest jons)11. manny corchado: pow wow (boogaloo pow wow, honest jons)12. damon albarn: five star life (democrazy, honest jons)13. mali music: les escrocs (mali music, honest jons)14. calvin cameron: africa freedom march (wareika hill sounds, honest jons)15. tony allen: morose (lagos no shaking, honest jons)16. candi staton: i..m just a prisoner - of your good lovin' (s/t, honest jons)17. elmore judd: don..t lie (insect funk, honest jons)18. tony allen: kilode - rework by waajeed (kilode reworks by waajeed 12", honest jons)19. las malas amistades: cuaderno (patio bonito, honest jons)20. ambrose campbell: ashiko rhythm (london is the place for me 2, honest jons)21. moondog: lament 1 - bird..s lament (the viking of sixth avenue, honest jons)22. moondog: instrumental round - double bass duo - why spend the dark night with you? (moondog and his friends 10", honest jons)23. le volume courbe: ain..t got no ... i got life (i killed my best friend, honest jons)24. nancy elizabeth: cornfield (migrating bird, honest jons)25. simone white: roses are not red (i am the man, honest jons)26. lone official: fight song (tuckasee take, honest jons)Montreal + 33 c Playlist/ CDR * sept 07: by dj joe_le_TaxiElysian Field_Fuck * Montreal -40c_Malajube * Plus Ones_ Okkervil River * Tbtf_Kevin Drew * My Friends killed my folks_Herman Düne * Cars_Build to spill * Jason Believe Me..._Sunset Rubdown * The Sun Shines Down On Me_Daniel Johnston * (No title)_Adrian orange * Seahorse_Devendra Banhard * you and I_Ai Phoenix * 13 Months in 6 Minutes_The Wrens * What Were The Chances_Damien Jurado * I am Waiting_Frankie Sparo * The Godfather_Manta Ray * The Russian_The Bees * The Well_Smog)* Luna rêve_The Konki Duet * Apples in the Trees_Mirah *psychelectroacousticfolk playlist may 08
1. Young Worlds-Try to Hear! 2:41 The Child Readers Music Heard Far Off 2. Ghost In Summer Clothes (demo) 4:16 Department of Eagles The Cold Nose 3. Little Bird 2:29 Scott Matthew Scott Matthew 4. C4 4:33 Si Schroeder Coping Mechanisms 5. Low Bay of Sky 4:17 Richard Youngs Autumn Response 6. Eleven Continents 3:41 RF & Lili De La Mora Eleven Continents 7. Light Fandango 5:34 The Gentleman Losers The Gentleman Losers 8. About To Walk 3:17 Throw Me The Statue Moonbeams 9. Dead Sound 3:33 The Raveonettes Lust Lust Lust 10. Spiritual Sci-Fi 3:35 Kurt Weisman Spiritual Sci-Fi 11. Crystal Shade 4:56 Flying Saucer Attack Distance 12. Miner 3:27 Donovan Quinn October Lanterns 13. Pushing Corn 4:04 The War On Drugs Barrel of Batteries EP Rock 14. Truth Is Dark Like Outer Space 2:26 Evangelista Hello, Voyager 15. Bullets 5:59 Tunng Good Arrows 16. Wooly Mammoth's Absence 4:47 Mount Eerie Seven New Songs 17. Headphones 5:49 Atlas Sound Stereogum Presents... Enjoyed: A Tribute To Björk's Post 18. Tonight 3:26 Lykke Li Unreleased Demo 19. I Was A Daughter 2:54 Basia Bulat Oh My Darling 20. Um, Circles and Squares 3:04 Dosh The Lost Take 21. measures 6:39 many fingers Our Worn Shadow 22. Headless Horseman 3:09 The Microphones The Glow Pt. 2 23. Wham Bam Thank You Spaceman 3:55 Oh No! Oh My! Daytrotter Session 24. strange fruit for david 3:51 The Wave Pictures Single 25. françois virot - 14 - virginia furr 3:25 Francois Virot 26. Had To Find Out 2:06 Folk Implosion Take A Look Inside....... 27. Wildflowers 4:27 Jeffrey Lewis and the Jitters Daytrotter Session 28. Singing Machine 3:51 Kimya Dawson Hidden Vagenda 29. Dans Le Vert De Ses Yeux 3:09 Brisa Roché The Chase 30. Credo Cigalia 4:26 Mirah & Spectratone International Share This Place: Stories and Observations 31. Majesty 2:45 The Music Tapes Music Tapes For Clouds And Tornadoessome new beautiful artists to discover - a bit melancholic maybe...:sleeping states_rose kemp_rozi plain_francois_half asleep_the wedding soundtrack_andrew sweeny_julian angel_dirge_at swim two birds_richard swift_liz janes_castanets_thomas belhom_le volume courbe_the robot ate me_deerhoof_mi and l..au, castanets & phosphorescent, electrelane and - of course: bob cornSpring_07_compilation by dj joe_le_taxi:1. The Genocide Ball - The Robot Ate Me 2. Churning Strides - Thee,stranded horse 3. Lovely - Benni Hemm Hemm 4. Rivers - Sleeping States 5. This Is Close - Ai Phoenix 6. Far Far Away - The Golden Hours7. katrina - Francois8. almost anything - the wedding soundtrack9. Bros - Panda Bear10. Heretics - Andrew Bird11. Australia - The Shins12. Jaques Lamure - Of Montreal13. I'm On Fire - Electrelane14. Milking - Deerhoof15. 23 - Blonde Redhead16. Je Cherche - Tarmac17. Sortez-les - Tryo18. Sex, Accordéon Et Alcool - Java19. Teenage Kicks - the Undertones20. Santa Rosa - les Robespierres21. Through Wounds We Soon Will Stitch - A Whisper In The Noise 22. Ohio - CocoRosiefavourite music:Antony and the johnsons_ coco rosie_devendra banhard_joanna newsom_nick Drake_Sufjan_ Gravenhurst_damien jurado_belle & sebastian_camera obscura_elliot smith_badly drawn boy_beirut_ arcade fire_ clap you hands_red house painters_ matt elliott/third eye foundation_ sj. esau _ blonde redhead_stereolab_ the notwist_lali puna_cat power_ mansfield tya._léo ferré_louise attaque_serge gainsbourg_yann tiersen_daniel johnston_herman düne_moldy peaches_ yo la tengo_noir desir_Piazolla_gotan poject_m.a.numinnen_john coltrane_ jaga jazzist_nina simone_billie holiday_fats waller_ giardini di miro_godspeed you black emperor_mogwai_ sonic youth_ libertines_ modest mouse_the faint_ the thermals_velvet underground_nico_ tilly and the wall_the Pipettes_p.j._sleater kinney_the Wedding present_the Undertones_jimi hendrix_white stripes_ pavement_dinosaur jr._Sebadoh_motorpsycho_ my bloody valentine_pixies_flaming lips_the fall_pere ubu_the Hidden cameras_magnetic fields_ microphones_ morrissey_k.aström_bright eyes_decemberists_jens lekmann_okkervil river_arab strap_lambchop_windsor for the derby_the books_tortoise_zion train_zensile_ low_mum_bonnie prince billy....
die träumer betty blue das leben der boheme jules und jim die fetten jahre...und pasolini... kaurismäki... almodovar...Derek JarmanBLUE : Text of a film by Derek Jarman (1942-1994)You say to the boy open your eyes When he opens his eyes and sees the light You make him cry out. Saying O Blue come forth O Blue arise O Blue ascend O Blue come inI am sitting with some friends in this cafe drinking coffee served by young refugees from Bosnia. The war rages across the newspapers and through the ruined streets of Sarajevo.Tania said 'Your clothes are on back to front and inside out". Since there were only two of us there I took them off and put them right then and there. I am always here before the doors open.What need of so much news from abroad while all that concerns either life or death is all transacting and at work within me.I step off the kerb and a cyclist nearly knocks me down. Flying in from the dark he nearly parted my hair.I step into a blue funk.The doctor in St. Bartholomew's Hospital thought he could detect lesions in my retina - the pupils dilated with belladonna - the torch shone into them with a terrible blinding light.Look left Look down Look up Look rightBlue flashes in my eyes.Blue Bottle buzzing Lazy days The sky blue butterfly Sways on the cornflower Lost in the warmth Of the blue heat haze Singing the blues Quiet and slowlyBlue of my heart Blue of my dreams Slow blue love Of delphinium daysBlue is the universal love in which man bathes - it is the terrestrial paradise.I'm walking along the beach in a howling gale - Another year is passing In the roaring waters I hear the voices of dead friends Love is life that lasts forever. My hearts memory turns to you David. Howard. Graham. Terry. Paul....But what if this present Were the world's last night In the setting sun your love fades Dies in the moonlight Fails to rise Thrice denied by cock crow In the dawn's first lightLook left Look down Look up Look right The camera flash Atomic bright Photos The CMV - a green moon then the world turns magenta My retina Is a distant planet A red Mars From a Boy's Own comic With yellow infection Bubbling at the corner I said this looks like a planet The doctor says - "Oh, I think It looks like a pizza"The worst of the illness is uncertainty. I've played this scenario back and forth each hour of the day for the last six years. Blue transcends the solemn geography of human limits.I am home with the blinds drawn H.B. is back from Newcastle But gone out - the washing Machine is roaring away And the fridge is defrosting These are his favourite soundsI've been given the option of being an in-patient at the hospital or to coming in twice a day to be hooked to a drip. My vision will never come back.The retina is destroyed, though when the bleeding stops what is left of my sight might improve. I have to come to terms with sightlessness.If I loose my sight will my vision be halved?The virus rages fierce. I have no friends now who are not dead or dying. Like a blue frost it caught them. At work, at the cinema, on marches and beaches. In churches on their knees, running, flying, silent or shouting protest.It started with sweats in the night and swollen glands. Then the black cancer spread across their faces - as they fought for breath TB and pneumonia hammered their lungs, and Toxo at the brain. Reflexes scrambled - sweat poured through hair matter like lianas in the tropical forest. Voices slurred - and then were lost forever. My pen chased this story across the page tossed this way and that in the storm.The blood of sensibility is blue I consecrate myself To find its most perfect expressionMy sight failed a little more in the night H.B. offers me his blood It will kill everything he saysThe drip of DHPG Trills like a canaryI am accompanied by a shadow into which H.B. appears and disappears. I have lost the sight on the periphery of my right eye.I hold out my hands before me and slowly part them. At a certain moment they disappear out of the corner of my eyes. This is how I used to see. Now if I repeat the motion this is all I see.I shall not win the battle against the virus - in spite of the slogans like "Living with AIDS". The virus was appropriated by the well - so we have to live with AIDS while they spread the quilt for the moths of Ithaca across the wine dark sea.Awareness is heightened by this, but something else is lost. A sense of reality drowned in theatre.Thinking blind, becoming blind.In the hospital it is as quiet as a tomb. The nurse fights to find a vein in my right arm. We give up after five attempts. Would you faint if someone stuck a needle into your arm? I've got used to it - but I still shut my eyes.The Gautama Buddha instructs me to walk away from illness. But he wasn't attached to a drip.Fate is the strongest Fate Fated Fatal I resign myself to Fate Blind Fate The drip stings A lump swells up in my arm Out comes the drip An electric shock sparks up my armHow can I walk away with a drip attached to me? How am I going to walk away from this?I fill this room with the echo of many voices Who passed time here Voices unlocked from the blue of the long dried paint The sun comes and floods this empty room I call it my room My room has welcomed many summers Embraced laughter and tears Can it fill itself with your laughter Each word a sunbeam Glancing in the light This is the song of My Room Blue stretches, yawns and is awake.There is a photo in the newspaper this morning of refugees leaving Bosnia. They look out of time. Peasant women with scarves and black dresses stepped from the pages of an older Europe. One of them has lost her three children.Lightning flickers through the hospital window - at the door an elderly woman stands waiting for the rain to clear. I ask her if I can give her a lift, I've hailed a taxi. "Can you take me to Holborn tube?" On the way she breaks down in tears. She has come from Edinburgh. Her son is in the ward - he has meningitis and has lost the use of his legs - I'm helpless as the tears flow. I can't see her. Just the sound of her sobbing.One know the whole world Without stirring abroad Without looking out of the window One can see the way of heaven The further one goes The less one knowsIn the pandemonium of image I present you with the universal Blue Blue an open door to soul An infinite possibility Becoming tangibleHere I am again in the waiting room. Hell on Earth is a waiting room. Here you know you are not in control of yourself, waiting for your name to be called: "712213". Here you have no name, confidentiality is nameless. Where is 666? Am I sitting opposite him/her? Maybe 666 is the demented woman switching the channels on the TV.What do I see Past the gates of conscience Activists invading Sunday Mass In the cathedral An epic Czar Ivan denouncing the Patriarch of Moscow A moon-faced boy who spits and repeatedly Crosses himself - as he genuflects Will the pearly gates slam shut in The faces of the devoutThe demented woman is discussing needles - there is always a discussion here. She has a line put into her neck. How are we perceived, if we are to be perceived at all? For the most part we are invisible.If the doors of perception were cleansed then everything would be seen as it is.The dog barks, the caravan passes. Marco Polo stumbles across the Blue Mountain.Marco Polo stops and sits on a lapis throne by the River Oxus while he is ministered to by the descendants of Alexander the Great. The caravan approaches, blue canvasses fluttering in the wind. Blue people from over the sea - ultramarine - have come to collect the lapis with its flecks of gold. The road to the city of Aqua Vitae is protected by a labyrinth built from crystals and mirrors which in the sunlight cause terrible blindness. The mirrors reflect each of your betrayals, magnify them and drive you into madness.Blue walks into the labyrinth. Absolute silence is demanded to all its visitors, so their presence does not disturb the poets who are directing the excavations. Digging can only proceed on the calmest of days as rain and wind destroy the finds.The archaeology of sound has only just been perfected and the systematic cataloguing of words has until recently been undertaken in a haphazard way. Blue watched as a word or phrase materialised in scintillating sparks, a poetry of fire which casts everything into darkness with the brightness of its reflections.As a teenager I used to work for the Royal National Institute for the Blind on their Christmas appeal for radios, with dear miss Punch, seventy years old, who used to arrive each morning on her Harley Davidson.She kept us on our toes. Her job as a gardener gave her time to spare in January. Miss Punch Leather Woman was the first out dyke I ever met. Closeted and frightened by my sexuality she was my hope. "Climb on, let's go for a ride." She looked like Edith Piaf, a sparrow, and wore a cock-eyed beret at a saucy angle. She bossed all the other old girls who came back year after year for her company.In the paper today. Three quarters of the AIDS organisations are not providing safer sex information. One district said they had no queers in their community, but you might try district X - they have a theatre.My sight seems to have closed in. The hospital is even quieter this morning. Hushed. I have a sinking feeling in my stomach. I feel defeated. My mind bright as a button but my body falling apart - a naked light bulb in a dark and ruined room. There is death in the air here but we are not talking about it. But I know the silence might be broken by distraught visitors screaming, "Help, Sister! Help Nurse!" followed by the sound of feet rushing along the corridor. Then silence.Blue protects white from innocence Blue drags black with it Blue is darkness made visible Blue protects white from innocence Blue drags black with it Blue is darkness made visibleOver the mountains is the shrine to Rita, where all at the end of the line call. Rita is the Saint of the Lost Cause. The saint of all who are at their wit's end, who are hedged in and trapped by the facts of the world. These facts, detached from cause, trapped the Blue Eyed Boy in a system of unreality. Would all these blurred facts that deceive dissolve in his last breath? For accustomed to believing in image, an absolute idea of value, his world had forgotten the command of essence: Thou Shall Not Create Unto Thyself Any Graven Image, although you know the task is to fill the empty page. From the bottom of your heart, pray to be released from image.Time is what keeps the light from reaching us.The image is a prison of the soul, your heredity, your education, your vices and aspirations, your qualities, your psychological world.I have walked behind the sky. For what are you seeking? The fathomless blue of Bliss.To be an astronaut of the void, leave the comfortable house that imprisons you with reassurance. Remember,To be going and to have are not eternal - fight the fear that engenders the beginning, the middle and the end.For Blue there are no boundaries or solutions.How did my friends cross the cobalt river, with what did they pay the ferryman? As they set out for the indigo shore under this jet-black sky - some died on their feet with a backward glance. Did they see Death with the hell hounds pulling a dark chariot, bruised blue-black growing dark in the absence of light, did they hear the blast of trumpets?David ran home panicked on the train from Waterloo, brought back exhausted and unconscious to die that night. Terry who mumbled incoherently into his incontinent tears. Others faded like flowers cut by the scythe of the Blue Bearded Reaper, parched as the waters of life receded. Howard turned slowly to stone, petrified day by day, his mind imprisoned in a concrete fortress until all we could hear were his groans on the telephone circling the globe.Mad Vincent sits on his yellow chair clasping his knees to his chest - Bananas. The sunflowers wilt in the empty pot, bone dry, skeletal, the black seeds picked into the staring face of a Halloween pumpkin. He is unaware of Blue standing in the corner. Fevered eyes glare at the jaundiced corn, caw of the jet-black crows spiralling in the yellow. The lemon goblin stares from the unwanted canvasses thrown in a corner. Sourpuss suicide screams with evil - clasping cowardly Yellowbelly, slit eyed.Blue fights diseased Yellowbelly whose fetid breath scorches the trees yellow with ague. Betrayal is the oxygen of his devilry. He'll stab you in the back. Yellowbelly places a jaundiced kiss in the air, the stink of pubs blinds Blue's eyes. Evil swims in the yellow bile. Yellowbelly's snake eyes poison. He crawls over Eve's rotting apple wasp-like. Quick as a flash he stings Blue in the mouth - "AAAUGH!" - his hellish legion buzz and chuckle in the mustard gas. They'll piss all over you. Sharp nicotine-stained fangs bared. Blue transformed into an insectocutor, his Blue aura frying the foes.We all contemplated suicide We hoped for euthanasia We were lulled into believing Morphine dispelled pain Rather than making it tangible Like a mad Disney cartoon Transforming itself into Every conceivable nightmareKarl killed himself - how did he do it? I never asked. It seemed incidental. What did it matter if he swigged prussic acid or shot himself in the eye. Maybe he dived into the streets from high up in the cloud lapped skyscrapers. The nurse explains the implant. You mix the drugs and drip yourself once a day. The drugs are kept in a small fridge they give you. Can you imagine travelling around with that? The metal implant will set the bomb detector off in airports, and I can just see myself travelling to Berlin with a fridge under my arm.Impatient youths of the sun Burning with many colours Flick combs through hair In bathroom mirrors Fucking with fusion and fashion Dance in the beams of emerald lasers Mating on suburban duvets Cum splattered nuclear breeders What a time that was.The drip ticks out the seconds, the source of a stream along which the minutes flow, to join the river of hours, the sea of years and the timeless ocean.The side effects of DHPG, the drug for which I have to come into hospital to be dripped twice a day, are: Low white blood cell count, increased risk of infection, low platelet count which may increase the risk of bleeding, low red blood cell count (anaemia), fever, rush, abnormal liver function, chills, swelling of the body (oedema), infections, malaise, irregular heart beat, high blood pressure (hypertension), low blood pressure (hypotension), abnormal thoughts or dreams, loss of balance (ataxia), come, confusion, dizziness, headache, nervousness, damage to nerves (peristhecia), psychosis, sleepiness (somnolence), shaking, nausea, vomiting, loss of appetite (anorexia), diarrhoea, bleeding from the stomach or intestine (intestinal haemorrhage), abdominal pain, increased number of one type of white blood cell, low blood sugar, shortness of breath, hair loss (alopecia), itching (pruritus), hives, blood in the urine, abnormal kidney functions, increased blood urea, redness (inflammation), pain or irritation (phlebitis).Retinal detachments have been observed in patients both before and after initiation of therapy. The drug has caused decreased sperm production in animals and may cause infertility in humans, and birth defects in animals. Although there is no information in human studies, it should be considered a potential carcinogen since it causes tumours in animals.If you are concerned about any of the above side-effects or if you would like any further information, please ask your doctor.In order to be put on the drug you have to sign a piece of paper stating you understand that all these illnesses are a possibility.I really can't see what I am to do. I am going to sign it.The darkness comes in with the tide The year slips on the calendar Your kiss flares A match struck in the night Flares and dies My slumber broken Kiss me again Kiss me Kiss me again And again Never enough Greedy lips Speedwell eyes Blue skiesA man sits in his wheelchair, his awry, munching through a packet of dry biscuits, slow and deliberate as a praying mantis. He speaks enthusiastically but sometimes incoherently of the hospice. he says, "You can't be too careful who you mix with there, there's no way of telling the visitors, patients or staff apart. The staff have nothing to identify them except they are all in leather. The place is like an S&M club". This hospice has been built by charity, the names of the donors displayed for all to see.Charity has allowed the uncaring to appear to care and is terrible for those dependent on it. It has become big business as the government shirks its responsibilities in these uncaring times. We go along with this, so the rich and powerful who fucked us over once fuck us over again and get it both ways. We have always been mistreated, so if anyone gives us the slightest sympathy we overreact with our thanks.I am a mannish Muff diving Size queen With bad attitude An arse licking Psychofag Molesting the flies of privacy Balling lesbian boys A perverted heterodemon Crossing purpose with deathI am a cock sucking Straight acting Lesbian man With ball crushing bad manners Laddish nymphomaniac politics Spunky sexist desires of incestuous inversion and Incorrect terminology I am a Not GayH.B. is in the kitchen Greasing his hair He guards the space Against me He calls it his office At nine we leave for the hospitalH.B. comes back from the eye dept Where all my notes are muddled He says It's like Romania in there Two light bulbs Grimly illuminate The flaking walls There is a box of dolls In the corner Indescribably grim The doctor says Well of course The kids don't see them There are no resources To brighten the place upMy eyes sting from the drops The infection has halted The flash leaves Scarlet after image Of the blood vessels in my eyeTeeth chattering February Cold as death Pushes at the bedsheets An aching cold Interminable as marble My mind Frosted with drugs ices up A drift of empty snowflakes Whiting out memory A blinkered twister Circling in spirals Cross-eyed meddlesome consciousness Shall I? Will I? Doodling death watch Mind how you goOral DHPG is consumed by the liver, so they have tweaked a molecule to fool the system. What risk is there? If I had to live forty years blind, I might think twice. Treat my illness like the dodgems: music, bright lights, bumps and throw yourself into life again.The pills are the most difficult, some taste bitter, others are too large. I'm taking about thirty a day, a walking chemical laboratory. I gag on them as I swallow them and they come up half dissolved in the coughing and the spluttering.My skins sits on me like the shirt of Nessus. My face irritates, as do my back and legs at night. I toss and turn, scratching, unable to sleep. I get up, turn on the light. Stagger to the bathroom. If I become so tired, maybe I'll sleep. Films chase through my mind. Once in a while I dream a dream as magnificent as the Taj Mahal. I cross southern India with a young spirit guide - India the land of my dreaming childhood. The souvenirs in Moslem's peach and grey living room. Granny called Moselle, called 'Girly', called May. An orphan who lost her name, which was Ruben. jade, monkeys, ivory miniatures, mah-jongg. The winds and bamboos of China.All the old taboos of Blood lines and blood banks Blue blood and bad blood Our blood and your blood I sit here - you sit thereAs I slept a jet slammed into a tower block. The jet was almost empty but two hundred people were fried in their sleep. The earth is dying and we do not notice it.A young man frail as Belsen Walks slowly down the corridor His pale green hospital pyjamas Hanging off him It's very quiet Just the distant coughing My jugs eye blots out the Young man who has just walked past My field of vision This illness knocks you for six Just as you start to forget it A bullet in the back of my head Might be easier You know, you can take longer than The second world war to get to the grave.Ages and Aeons quit the room Exploding into timelessness No entrances or exits now No need for obituaries or final judgements We knew that time would end After tomorrow at sunrise We scrubbed the floors And did the washing up It would not catch us unawaresThe white flashes you are experiencing in your eyes are common when the retina is damaged.The damaged retina has started to peel away leaving the innumerable black floaters, like a flock of starlings around in the twilight. I am back at St Mary's to have my eyes looked at by the specialist. The place is the same, but there is new staff. How relieved I am not to have the operation this morning to have a tap put into my chest. I must try and cheer up H.B. as he has had a hell of a fortnight. In the waiting room a little grey man over the way is fretting as he has to get to Sussex. He says, "I am going blind, I cannot read any longer".A little later he picks up a newspaper, struggles with it for a moment and throws it back on the table. My stinging eye-drops have stopped me reading, so I write this in a haze of belladonna. The little grey man's face has fallen into tragedy. He looks like Jean Cocteau without the poet's refined arrogance. The room is full of men and women squinting into the dark in different states of illness. Some barely able to walk, distress and anger on every face and then a terrible resignation.Jean Cocteau takes off his glasses, he looks about him with an undescribable meanness. He has black slip-on shoes, blue socks, grey trousers, a Fairisle sweater and a herringbone jacket. The posters that plaster the walls above him have endless question marks, HIV/AIDS?, AIDS?, HIV?, ARE YOU INFECTED BY HIV/AIDS?,ARC?, HIV? This is a hard wait. The shattering bright light of the eye specialist's camera leaves that empty sky blue after-image. Did I really see green the first time? The after-image dissolves in a second. As the photographs progress, colours change to pink and the light turns to orange. The process is a torture, but the result, stable eyesight, worth the price and the twelve pills I have to take a day. Sometimes looking at them I fell nauseous and want to skip them. It must be my association with H.B., lover of the computer and king of the keyboard that brought my luck on the computer which chose my name for this drug trial. I nearly forgot as I left St Mary's I smiled at Jean Cocteau. He gave a sweet smile back.I caught myself looking at shoes in a shop window. I thought of going in and buying a pair, but stopped myself. The shoes I am wearing at the moment should be sufficient to walk me out of life.Pearl fishers In azure seas Deep waters Washing the isle of the dead In coral harbours Amphora Spill Gold Across the still seabed We lie there Fanned by the billowing Sails of forgotten ships Tossed by the mournful winds Of the deep Lost Boys Sleep forever In a dear embrace Salt lips touching In submarine gardens Cool marble fingers Touch an antique smile Shell sounds Whisper Deep love drifting on the tide forever The smell of him Dead good looking In beauty's summer His blue jeans Around his ankles Bliss in my ghostly eye Kiss me On the lips On the eyes Our name will be forgotten In time No one will remember our work Our life will pass like the traces of a cloud And be scattered like Mist that is chased by the Rays of the sun For our time is the passing of a shadow And our lives will run like Sparks through the stubble.I place a delphinium, Blue, upon your grave"Blue" is Copyright 1993 The Estate of Derek Jarman.