Monday, April 18, 2016

Fishweir Creek, an introduction.

Every place has its stories. The place where I grew up has a few. Many of those stories originate not from extraordinary circumstances, but from day to day occurrences. As a child I spent most of my days in a wilderness. We called it "The Ditch".

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Friday, March 11, 2016

Frogmore


An eldritch entity of unknown origin. Un-namable amphibious creature inspiring envy among developing empires, and gluttonous feasts of natural resources.


Out of bed, at 8:00 am
Out my head by half past 10
Out with mates and dates and friends that's what I do at weekends
I can't talk and I can't walk but I know where I'm going to go
I'm going to watch my money go at the Locarno, no
When my feet go through the door, I know what my right arm is for
Buy a drink and pull a chair up to the edge of the dance floor
Bouncers bouncing through the night, trying to stop or start a fight
I sit and watch the flashing lights moving legs and footless tights
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I like to venture in to town
I like to get a few drinks then
The floor gets packed, the bar gets full
I don't like life when things get dull
The hen party has saved the night, free themselves from drunken stags
Having fun and dancing in a circle 'round their leather bags
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

But 2 O'Clock has come again, it's time to leave this paradise
Hope the chip shop isn't closed 'cause their pies are really nice
I eat it in the taxi queue, stood in someone else's spew
Wish I had lipstick on my shirt instead of piss stains on my shoes
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
Songwriters: HALL, TERRY
Friday Night, Saturday Morning lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

"Some have identified the cedar as an elephant trunk, but it might instead refer to Behemoth's penis, since the Hebrew word for "move" can also mean "extend", and the second part of the verse speaks of the sinew around his "stones" (not, as in the translation provided above, his "thighs"). The Vulgate seems to endorse such a reading by using the word "testiculorum"" wiki


St. Thomas Aquinas described Leviathan as the demon of envy,

Tuesday, March 01, 2016

Cant believe toots

Julia Kristeva Powers of Horror:An Essay of Abjection.

Abjection for Kristeva is a nauseating affective state; like ambivalence but more wracking; more violent than the sensation of uncanniness; too primordial to be called an emotion, for it refers back to the affective state of the self before it has become a self.

from: The Gothic Body: Sexuality, Materialism, and Degeneration at the Fin de Si├Ęcle

By Kelly Hurley


In the key of Dindrane


Beauty is a short-lived tyranny. Socrates

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Friday, January 29, 2016

Centurion of Self

The institute of self. The management of the I as island- This looks like a good book-

Idiosyncratic Identities: Artists at the End of the Avant-Garde by Don Kuspit.

."Postmodernism has been described as a decadent and pluralistic period, where avant-garde art has been institutionalized, stereotyped and effectively neutralized; and where models of art seem to stand in ironical, nihilistic relationship to every other. In this study, Donald Kuspit argues that only the idiosyncratic artist remains credible and convincing in the postmodern era. He pursues a sense of artistic and human identity in a situation where there are no guidelines, art historically or socially. Idiosyncratic art, Kuspit posits, is a radically personal art that establishes unconscious communication between individuals in doubt of their identity. Functioning as a medium of self-identification, it affords a sense of authentic selfhood and communicative intimacy in a postmodern society where authenticity and intimacy seem irrelevant and absurd."(Amazon link)

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