we together make a limb

i've moved. sort of. to tumblr. i'm sorry first blog, but i like the format better, and it feels much more communal. i may come back and visit sometimes.

for my photographs:

http://snatchofthesunrise.tumblr.com/

for general musings:

http://mrsrosecottageseldest.tumblr.com/

dear prudence

i stumbled upon/like this band:

Girls Names - When You Cry (Ad Hoc Version) from CASS/FLICK on Vimeo.

if there was one thing that i regret at all, it's not doing more sex and drugs before i was 64

saw black lips for the second time last night. glad to see the bassist still has is grillz. it was fucking mental. got knocked onto the floor of the pit several times and waited like a little turtle to be rescued/stomped to death. i took a picture of all the gross bruises on my legs, but it's better to just take my word for it. the crowd ended up spilling out onto the stage... during the last song, i fell directly on top of a complete stranger, and feeling bold, proceeded to make out with him. he didn't seem to mind. great show

dreaming of you rushing up to me

well, it happens all the time

How could I have written this absurd, pompous sentence yesterday:

'I was alone, but I walked like a band of soldiers descending on a town.'

I have no need to speak in flowery language. I am writing to understand certain circumstances. I must beware of literature. I must let my pen run on, without searching for words.

What really disgusts me is having been sublime yesterday evening. When I was twenty I used to get drunk and then explain that I was a fellow in the style of Descartes. I knew very well that I was puffing myself up with heroism, but I let myself go, enjoyed it. After that, the next day I felt as disgusted as if I had awoken in a bed full of vomit. I don't vomit when I'm drunk, but it would be better if I did. Yesterday I didn't even have the excuse of drunkenness. I got worked up like a fool. I need to clean myself up with abstract thoughts, as transparent as water.


from Nausea, Jean Paul Sartre

i spit and i drool but

i am obsessed:

Drink me: http://bit.ly/heartbeatsexclusive

people might say that i should strive for more

saw a really cool band for the first time tonight, which has become a lamentably infrequent event for me:
http://www.myspace.com/cloudnothings

and incidentally, while searching for the ubiquitous lyric title for this post, i read the lyrics to The Jam's That's Entertainment, and was struck by their poignance. (it probably doesn't interest the reader to know, but i have recently begun re-invigorating my record collection, and just bought that particular jam album, as well as the cloud nothings album at the show... there's nothing quite like the satisfaction of a new great vinyl.) anyway, on to more important things:


A police car and a screaming siren
A pneumatic drill and ripped up concrete
A baby wailing and stray dog howling
The screech of brakes and lamp light blinking

That's entertainment.

A smash of glass and a rumble of boots
An electric train and a ripped up phone booth
Paint splattered walls and the cry of a tomcat
Lights going out and a kick in the balls

That's entertainment.

Days of speed and slow time Mondays
Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday
Watching the news and not eating your tea
A freezing cold flat and damp on the walls

That's entertainment.

Waking up at 6 a.m. on a cool warm morning
Opening the windows and breathing in petrol
An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard
Watching the telly and thinking about your holidays

That's entertainment.

Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes
Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume
A hot summer's day and sticky black tarmac
Feeding ducks in the park and wishing you were far away

That's entertainment.

Two lovers kissing amongst the scream of midnight
Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude
Getting a cab and travelling on buses
Reading the graffiti about slashed seat affair

That's entertainment.