from here to ubiquity

2009-12-08T13:11:00.002+09:00

Tapeworms!

Will the snails be fucking in the windows of the Green Room (ask a Danish baker for that reference...)

anyways... we know where you live.

2009-11-02T15:36:00.001+09:00

and now the real thingymajigger

2008-11-05T21:12:00.001+09:00

why I have decided to declare peace on China... muthafluxus...

2008-10-13T01:42:00.003+09:00

hardcore!

you know yr banjo score...

2008-09-19T23:53:00.000+09:00

only for the very cool in yr coolself...

2008-09-03T01:50:00.002+09:00

if u can complete this...

2008-08-29T01:06:00.001+09:00

Gary McKinnon is obviously innocent... I urge you to sign up and help

2008-08-28T16:19:00.001+09:00

悪魔　は　どうですか？

2008-08-25T00:06:00.000+09:00

In the Song of Solomon, the book of Old Testament, there are allusions to exotic things in nature, with frequent interweaving of nature with erotic imagery. The navel figures in Solomon's lavish praise of his love (the country girl, Sulaimi) thus: "thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor"(7:2)

2008-08-20T03:25:00.001+09:00

why america brave?

2008-08-20T02:46:00.002+09:00

what sows a round dumbs a ground...

eyes like edeweoccsaaional ya sea

2008-08-20T02:40:00.002+09:00

the mantenimiento of the end...

no?

2008-08-04T15:28:00.001+09:00

Video by Una Lorenzen... 'It Goes Without Saying' by Nico Muhly

2008-08-04T04:07:00.001+09:00

It's 4:09am, therefore it's Monday. Now it's 4:10.

2008-07-31T00:29:00.004+09:00

Gary McKinnon... terrorist or UFO buff? and why does the US military think he should "fry"?

2008-07-30T13:54:00.000+09:00

next time u venture into the jungle...

2008-07-29T23:18:00.000+09:00

in the name of the further, the sun and the holy noise

2008-07-29T08:30:00.003+09:00

by elephants for elephants and all that would be...

"to some of them it's just a job... but 2 or 3 are absolute geniuses"

2008-07-26T03:13:00.001+09:00

yeah... life is good (apologies to RAW)

2008-07-18T20:18:00.001+09:00

"Now without the constraints of doing 'applied music', my mind can fly free and pick-up where I left off."

2008-07-18T00:52:00.001+09:00

optically confectionating perusals abound... courtesy of umfw

2008-07-15T23:57:00.001+09:00

some days love just consumes too much...

2008-07-15T14:37:00.000+09:00

planet alert alright!

2008-07-13T04:28:00.000+09:00

shh... careful!

2008-07-11T21:31:00.001+09:00

learning ninja plants a batch of cannabis

2008-07-10T06:36:00.000+09:00

coming back to the world...

2008-07-08T23:55:00.001+09:00

and I thought Jesus was a leprechaun?

yeah... it's a bulky primitive overalls sort of day...

2008-07-04T20:50:00.001+09:00

when the kings forgive their hats they stop and graze,

2008-07-04T16:44:00.002+09:00

were I to post a video of my neighbour's pigeons and I similarly entwined, would you still say "ahh..."?

2008-07-03T15:30:00.002+09:00

nothing... that's what we want!

2008-06-28T11:36:00.001+09:00

now we're comrades in cuban cigars once more...

ViVa Las Vegas!

2008-06-18T22:13:00.001+09:00

at last... a new use for kojak

Slow Motion Baby Laugh

remember when YOU used to laugh like this?

2008-05-07T20:22:00.004+09:00

drifting with m I was reminded of this

world

although due to tokyo takai-yo properties - I'm thinking microscopic... we did this as well, strangely

and...

anyways...

2008-04-30T18:55:00.003+09:00

fare thee well

dreamaestro

2008-04-18T22:43:00.002+09:00

a satanic salute to dem shaven headed dharma devotees...

olympics - how much in tax payers dreams?

and other news in Japan... godzilla rules!

ki o tskuete

2008-03-28T20:39:00.003+09:00

so does this finally render papyrus one of the earliest forms of industrial music?

don't hold yr breath... but I wonder if this could be hacked to work topograpically-genetical... rendering all forms of ancient paper, documents, tablets, shrouds audible?

just for fun, of course...

2008-03-26T17:43:00.002+09:00

kawaii... who needs a drummer when ya got a robot? prog-motorik?

errr?

2008-03-26T16:44:00.002+09:00

and so it was that when the all world danced everyone smiled...

even a pussycat can bust these moves? de?

2008-03-23T12:17:00.003+09:00

on this salt-water archipelago protrusion, cherry blossomspiral from their timid quivering negligees as I put wornfingers to mass-produced plastic ... and to celebrate the awakening pheremonen... VIVA LA GINOTROPIA!

get yr booty tremblin' over here...

- thanx - Lost in Thyme

2008-03-19T00:08:00.003+09:00

need I mention that Spring weaves it's wild and wandering ways about this time...

and these ladies know all too well...

2008-03-18T00:31:00.001+09:00

dual left-footers! take up thy lycra and strut...

where did it all go wrong

mmm?

2008-03-17T23:57:00.001+09:00

yeah...

no?

2008-03-13T12:21:00.002+09:00

an oldie but mouldy goldy for sure... just like Tripitaka's monkey friend ate...

in a simulacra vein... hears a place of funetics to while away the powers

2008-03-12T09:35:00.003+09:00

we are normal and we want more freakdom!

and because Ghandi was a real dandy...

0 = 0 + 1

2008-03-08T12:23:00.006+09:00

posters speak louder than films?

a gray area

abrightsunnycoolshadedlazyhazykindofdaybirdsongwolfgangdaunerrippling.................sleekwavesofcelestialboogiehoneyjamsoozeandmythoughtsarescatteredthinkingofphilipkdickandallthosepeoplethatpopulatedhisbeststuffandhoweverydaynowweseemtobecloserthaneverhasmycomputerreallybecomemybriefcaseshrinkpyschicconfidanteijustwanthefuturenowtobeweirderfunkierwilderstrangeralivestretchinginunimaginablewaysbeyondourconceptionsoutofcontroloutofcontroloutofcontrol... sending a message to the mother space!

2008-03-06T19:23:00.004+09:00

Cosmic Seasons - "A Gala Pagan Maze Dawns: Movements I-IV"

open source not open war!

2008-03-05T18:16:00.004+09:00

who would have thought it?

cats n' space cadets more than likely...

take it! take it!

although for me, the most funk-worthy part of this is the musicians playing inside the MRI scanner... Patty Waters in an incubator? Evan Parker in a centrifuge? Arthur Doyle in a particle accelerator?

yowsa!

2008-03-05T16:41:00.002+09:00

obviously I've got better things to do...

so, let's call this:

"Pour sounds Imagined in lungs over cinematic yonder blinking endless"

2008-03-03T12:09:00.003+09:00

Tsui ni! Tsui ni! Tsui Ni! Ichiban petto seiai...

Ahh, deeper understanding for pet lovers in Japan?

A journey truly for one and all to hold dear and close

2008-02-21T14:03:00.002+09:00

ahh... mutha phreakin' tori o towaku saseru... bliss!

heiwa!

mir!

tranquilo!

er... ayahuasca...

...nani dayo?

2008-01-29T19:00:00.000+09:00

the missing fabricators will be remembered more for their friction than facts...

2008-01-08T14:41:00.000+09:00

how many films does this feature in the soundtrack?

and/or make the chopping floor?

2008-01-08T14:26:00.000+09:00

of course, immediately after filming everyone died except the parrot's 3rd cousin...

2007-08-16T02:35:00.000+09:00

Poke you finger into red
Feel the feeling through
And when the feeling is no more
Feel no-feeling too!

- Fakir Musafar

April is the cruellest month of all...

2007-08-13T15:31:00.000+09:00

free love - but no sex...

menschenschaden

2007-05-16T13:20:00.000+09:00

"...look if you don't like it, just hit delete!"

2007-04-19T23:15:00.000+09:00

it was never about oil, was it?

no, no, no, this is for the good of the e-rack-e people...

yep, that's all folks!

2007-04-09T22:19:00.000+09:00

at last...

dink-a-ling-a-ting-g-g-g-ah-blink

music for ice-cream trucks

2007-04-08T14:18:00.000+09:00

and a little later... the 1st humanoid politician (politinoid?), quickly followed (via swift maneuveuring of the political machine) by the humanoid voter "why vote, when a vote-a-noid can do it in half the time!"

incidentally, last month the future got 1 pixel-proboscis closer...

2007-04-08T14:15:00.000+09:00

why be carried when you can walk?

2007-04-05T18:06:00.000+09:00

wave yr cock in the air!

the thief is 35mm...

yes

2007-03-24T23:19:00.001+09:00

no more tests

no this is a test

2007-03-24T23:18:00.003+09:00

really a test

no

2007-03-24T23:18:00.001+09:00

this is not a test

test

2007-03-24T23:17:00.001+09:00

this a test...

2007-02-28T02:08:00.000+09:00

you will need:

a pin
a spade
a piece of string
a map of your local area
a ball of mixed seeds ie: apple, pine, carrot, sycamore, oak

method:

1. tie the pin to an end of the string
2. place the map on the ground
3. close your eyes and swing the pin above the map
4. drop the pin - wherever it lands you should go to immediately
5. once there proceed to dig a small hole with the spade
6. place the ball of mixed seed in the hole and recover
7. repeat

2007-02-10T00:58:00.000+09:00

that might prove interesting... y'know, a umm... advert where the models are subject to generative anatomical changes... so, a billboard in the centre of a busy shopping district, wih scantily clad (glad?) males and females adorning it... responds to the gaze of passer-bys and the image constantly reshapes... forming a moveable hype of sorts... only reflecting... intent?

2007-02-03T01:32:00.000+09:00

your house appears to be very smelly and a potential health risk - so watcha gonna do about it?

mmm...

2007-01-05T04:33:00.000+09:00

a small child runs out of a department store. the mother follows several paces behind. the child keeps running. the mother keeps following. the child encounters many strange and macabre places and creatures, and though close to certain near-death on many occasions, avoids these fates, thanks to a gentle intervention on the mother's part. throughout all their travels, which encompass every inch, nook and cranny of the planet, the mother and the child never touch...

2007-01-05T04:30:00.000+09:00

a man with a limp makes computers too small to use so another man has to build another man with a computer to discover why there is a limp...

2007-01-05T04:28:00.000+09:00

a woman with four legs employs a small army to guard her bathroom whilst she tends to her garden of books...

2007-01-05T04:10:00.000+09:00

this person keeps inventing things that have already been invented. they decide to remedy this by inventing a machine that warns them when they are embarking on an invention that is non-original. this invention IS original and they post their findings with a view to finding a manufacturer. they fail to patent the machine, which is done by someone else. the machine is developed and becomes a great success. this person becomes embroiled in legal proceedings to have the rights returned to them, the inventor. the proceedings drag on for many years and ultimately, they lose. the very next day, this person takes their life, not as a result of losing the case, but because of the realisation that throughout the many years of the legal case, they had not once thought of another invention...

2006-10-12T23:47:00.000+09:00

am i idle or am i false?

judge not lest yee be judged too...

oh bosoms

i'm particularly moved by the possibly ironic cover of sepultura's "arise" album, at the "behold the lamb" live show... but then again, the bearded lady moves in mysterious ways...

you say fear the reaper. i say fare the cheaper...

2006-09-23T03:16:00.001+09:00

wouldn't it be nice to have a dictionary service at hand whereby upon calling someone an "idiot" u could reach for a dictionary
and show them the word idiot with the definition being their name and date of birth etc... this being possible via a website where alterations could be requested at a fee and lo and behold up pops a fully functional dictionary in your post bar one or two idiotic doctorings... (french philosophers - fuck off!)

however, it has occured to me (who else?) ((french philosophers - fuck off!)) on reading this that perhaps some tosser will chance upon this posting (french philo...)... consider this "way cool" and charge ahead with venture capital assurance and turn this into some sort of wikipedia-nemesis-I'm-on-the-cover-of-nerd-olympics-miss-universe-10,000bce...

thereupon i will feel slightly gleeful but to maintain "I-know-better-than-this-pseudo-ethical-mindedness"

i will, no doubt, attempt to request an entry in the said spooftionary, with the names of the dayglo plagarising robin-nogood-hoods marked under "water" or "receptive" or "something" otherwise cryptic and respectful and find myself shunned and rejected...

thereby

so what...

time is a waste of time

2006-09-19T01:26:00.000+09:00

so it's September 12th 2001 and it's another day on planet earth...

The sun is out bright and alive again. It's been such a warm summer, I think warmer than I can remember. I dunno. a lot of people have said it's linked to global warming, but it's hard to tell...

For my part, I've been laid low looking for some sort of part-time work to help cover the costs of this flat. Ironically, now that I've graduated from Uni, I have less money coming in... it'll change soon...

I've found myself falling into the old habit of watching TV all day. It's just so easy! With it being so warm, I just don't want to move so I just flick on the box and flump out in front.

There was another feature about the anti-capitalist protests that are flaring up everywhere, I'm pretty sure I spotted you in one of the clips. It really seems as if something is in the air. After Seattle, things have just been snowballing along...

Wierdly enough though, the main story in the news today is about an alleged foiling of a terrorist plot to hijack a passenger plane in the US. Apparently there was a shoot-out at the airport and some of them were killed and the others were caught. Early news reports were linking the men to anti-capitalist groups, although this appears to have been discredited now.

But it made me think for a moment... fuck, what if they had of been supposed A-C protestors, how fucked up would that have been... as if the cops haven't been looking already for a reason to stick the boot in all the way... not worth thinking about!

Anyways, it turns out they were some crazy arab guys called Ak,Lacadi or something... so it's okay...

well, let me know when you get back into town and we can catch up

miss u

x

2006-08-30T01:32:00.000+09:00

words used by musicians applied to everyday settings and scenarios

shuffle
random
skip
jump
scratch
bounce
bend
stop
fade
filter
delay
gain
mix
increase
compress
sustain
effect
rewind
break
frequency
reduce
play
count
monitor

permeate and apply accordingly with

at an ATM
opening a bottle
on a train
taking a short cut
writing with a pen
putting on a T-shirt
going to the toilet
looking for keys
talking to someone
sniffing flowers
playing a computer game
building shelves
standing in an elevator
reading a book
outside a hospital
making breakfast
a plastic bag in your hand
watering a garden
getting out of a car
asking for a coffee
playing with an animal
checking the weather
watching TV
listening to yourself

2006-08-14T15:18:00.000+09:00

rancor
arrow
word
chard

war for Dr. C. Chan
draw corn far H.C.
road FW c r ranch
Dr. Roach raw N.F.C.
crow far hard N.C.

wad
farrow
card

ran ran ran
draw draw draw

2006-07-14T18:14:00.000+09:00

he was always ahead of the game
yet never overly self-indulgent
some thought him a man of the renaissance
but thought was of course what mattered
perhaps a pioneer
most certainly a man of the people
so if reviews is what U want... this man can

2006-07-09T19:16:00.000+09:00

fortunately, no slips were to be hard...

2006-06-25T17:03:00.000+09:00

it's the "sass appeal" that really gets my TV dinner bells singing great happy chirping peels

superdogs of the world

Discuss.

2006-05-30T22:17:00.000+09:00

I think it's time to get yr...

luggage

2006-05-28T23:28:00.000+09:00

A game show took place in my bed the other night and I was to remain a lone mute spectator throughout. Anything else would have been considered, and quite rightly so, debasing and impertinent. The contestants, aligned in a formation not unknown to those who partake of fractal line-dancing, reveled in sweltering detail, how they had each in turn managed to stay so healthy, vital and good-looking. Relating their strict, almost to the point of barbarian, diet and workout regimes; alcohol, smoking, caffeine, apathy and self-neglect were attested to by all in varying degrees, as a veritable cocktail immortalis. The show failed to expand any further beyond this point, as the contestants digressed beyond the point of objective sub-atomic level.

Nonetheless, truly they were radiant life forms, uncontesting of cultural difference and species dominance, and ready to yield at the merest hint of a dropping hat, to the beneficial needs of their fellow simians.

Altogether, I found myself a trifle startled, almost pleasingly bemused. However, with regards the where, the whence and the why, I could muster nothing other than a faint and breathless... 'crumbs'.

2006-05-02T22:09:00.000+09:00

disappearing reappearing disappearing reappearing disappearing reappearing disappearing reappearing

each night you wonder or fail to exact - hold your head up and let it fall precisely where it needs be... We are exhausting ourselves by this timid parody of evolution. Alive is only an option like withdrawl; commitment; extension. You and I have every intention of doing what's right. Necessary. If my heart follows yours, it's not irony. Only coincidence. We can erase days and nights like caterpillars turn to the air and inspire sloth. Hold up your head and be proud.

I will wrap my arm around you, in a slow moving car and you'll walk upon river banks, where deer skip shy of twisting ferns and I'll give you all the answers and we'll walk backs to the moon heads together...

Now is the hour.
Our time...

2006-04-05T19:33:00.000+09:00

Moving house and considering, as one does, which books exactly are THE heaviest in the world (in no uncertain kaftan-incense smelling linearly abstract fashion)...

maybe

possibly

undoubtedly?

there you have it,

heavy book = stone forests x graffiti x time travelling nubile seals

2006-03-31T23:51:00.001+09:00

couldn't resist adding this...

shhh...

2006-03-24T10:29:00.000+09:00

As to why birds don't fly upside down...

I'm not exactly sure. It's possible some do, perhaps at night or as a direct consequence of eating too many sweet-tasting berries. Then again, I'm certain they do. It's completely apparent. Think about it. People observed birds. They got the idea for flying machines. The flying machines flew crazed loop-de-loops at fun fairs and State occasions. A lot of thrill-seeking people were impressed and content. Others were unimpressed, namely with colored smoke and the non-provision of adequate seating. Nonetheless, the flying idea came from the birds, therefore they must or must have, flown upside down, at some point.

Now, I'm not saying you should take my word on this. I'm no expert. This much is also true. And besides, you don't even know me and if you did, you'd probably want to know why we hadn't met before.

Now as to when they desisted and/or declined to advance upon space in a position 180 degrees contrary to their current form of advancement, this is another question. You're asking? Well, they...

Of course, it's all fine and well, saying their bone structure and various aerodynamical nomenclature. This is how it appears. Ipso facto, etc. However, let's entertain the idea, that 100 years from now, all birds, well, maybe some, perhaps even one, will be propelled through the skies in a contradictory fashion to the one we're presently accustomed.

And if not, why not? Maybe, they're waiting for our help. In the same way that they gave us the idea of flight and we can now get to anywhere in the world for under £1000 (including all meals). Maybe now is the time to start helping birds realize they're dream of belly-to-the-fiery-birdseed physical motion.

Thus, closing our eyes, we can see the bird, in an upside down state of air propulsion.

Why should they, anyway? Do people walk upside down? Back to front? Inside out? And why the sudden fascination with birds? Where'd that come from?

Ok, so now I'm asking too many questions, even though you started this.

Didn't you?

2006-03-22T15:28:00.000+09:00

Which of these is actually in production at the moment?

1. Gypsy - sitcom

Follow the colorful adventures of Rose and the other fun characters that comprise her band of fellow travellers.

2. Heavens above! - sitcom

A hapless mixed bunch comprising a college dropout, a middle manager, a computer programmer, a telesales worker, a farmer and a stripper join a new religion each week, with hilarious results.

Episode 1 = Catholicism
Episode 2 = Church of Scientology
Episode 3 = Islam
Episode 4 = Christian Fundamentalism
Episode 5 = Mormons
Episode 6 = Judaism
Episode 7 = Satanism
Episode 8 = Jainism

3. Stars behind Bars - game show

Members of the public are assigned a prominent celebrity and have to get them arrested. The contestants can do so by any means necessary! However, should they fail, they must pay the price for the same crime themselves.

4. How green is your house? - altered reality TV

A group of experts, each week assess different properties throughout the nation on the basis of how environmentally friendly they are. Weekly winners enter into the grand final where, in the final episode, they are melted down for protein and fed to battery farm hens in Vietnam. With hilarious results!

5. CSI: Brothel - drama

Crime Scene officers go undercover in various exotic sex dens throughout the world. Will they be able to get the results before they have to go down? Guest stars the former cast of ALF.

2006-03-20T19:38:00.000+09:00

How can butterflies look so close-up creepy
but from afar they seem so dreamy?
and why does the sky give so many answers
but never seem to question at all?

2006-03-18T13:15:00.000+09:00

Bruce Sterling in fine form... things are a'moving

and just to make it 31% - spime!

2006-03-17T11:21:00.002+09:00

unlucky is life unlucky is 13 unlucky is unlucky...

gunlucky
punducky
sunplucky
funsucky
runmucky

He was the carelessest man I ever see but he sure had the most sand

2006-03-17T10:53:00.000+09:00

IfIwasn'twhere
IamnowwouldIs
tillbewishingIw
asn'twhereIam
nowonowonow...

Doldrums are different today. The wind is everywhere and blowing fierce, twisted scratching, unnoticed corners blow whirlpools free of their shadow.
At sea, we get to eat sardines from a can and set all our thoughts beyond the horizon.
On land, we let them answer to drumlins and we roll our place against them.
Drums eat at hands and feet...

2006-03-12T14:04:00.000+09:00

Where is he now?

We left him behind because he was ill. I saw a girl a week later, holding him in an awkward, uncaring way. We didn't hold him like that but then again, we didn't want a dog with a cold.

I've just heard that he's happy and working as an escalator operator at a top secret underground research facility, just outside of Ayr, Scotland.

A shabby dog story if ever there was one.

2006-03-09T11:53:00.000+09:00

If you want to understand how people get along, don't go to the jungle. Go to the internet?

Chatting last night with M, it occurred to me how much people still carry "old culture" behavioural patterns online, whether they realise this or not. M was talking about the differences between Asian and Western music forum users. Both groups seem to obversely display cultural caricatures - Japanese users of music forums, for instance, appear to be more interested in who is looking at their profiles than in actual discussion of music artists, as is the case in the West. This somehow fits with West/Ego individual expression and East/Id collectivist group harmony but of course, ain't ipso facto. This started me thinking about the rest of the online world and led me to thinking about the place of language within this.

It's easier to first state, that the internet is not homogenous. I'm not entirely sure why I need to state this, but somewhere in the light speed squared surge of internet growth, I believe this seemed to be the consensus opinion. The internet would eradicate barriers between countries and we could all eat Micky D's for free in Tian'anmen Square(d). Perhaps if anything, the net has an over-abundance of consumer-users (didn't they used to be called hunter-gatherers). In reality, most people who have access to the internet are more than likely reasonably well-heeled and in possession of a credit card and, with nothing better to do, looking at holidays, cars, trinkets, electronics, media and porn. Yes, they form the main bedrock of the net and express their netizenship through shopping and chatting. However, underlying this trend, don't they still express national/cultural traits.

But of course.

For what forms the bedrock of culture/civilization if not language, both written and oral.

All languages form their own internets? Insomuch as music has it's various idioms and distinctive groupings i.e: Classical; Hip-hop; Jazz; Rock; Folk - they use roughly the same mechanics of "talking" but produce different sounds/effects. Likewise for native languages, which in turn are expressed in the vernacular architecture which finds itself the foundations of these virtual continents.

What does this mean? I've no idea. It just seemed one of those blindingly obvious things, that springs up in the everyday and makes you wonder why you never thought it before,

and this seems to lead into...

The net-frenzy past few weeks, about the awakening of a "2nd Internet" in the form of sweet lovely China. This is purely on a technical basis, if it happens, as China is opting to switch over to it's own backbone rather than using the one that currently resides in the US. Uh-huh, as if this was never going to happen... oh sure, let's do lunch as well darling, just let me fix these rockets first... I like the idea though, of an "alternative" net; variety is the spice of life, ce n'est pas? And the obvious dystopic implications - The great harbinger of global communications that is/was the WWW (should now be read as World War W?) All the misty eyed cyber romanticists go to hell in a cable tie... A net "switch-on" as well to boot... Is there really a grubby wall switch somewhere behind a broken watercooler in a nondescript prefab Mid-West Nowheresville, that not even Mr. Bee Gee with his microzillion disposable softies can lay his calloused pinkies to? Or just more bodily implants gone wrong?
how much of this is racially motivated, I'm not sure... but maybe the cold war never died. It just got a facelift and changed it's name to Culture.

2006-03-09T09:48:00.000+09:00

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2006-03-06T16:47:00.000+09:00

EMOTIONS IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER

Acceptance
Anger
Anticipation
Boredom
Dejection
Depression
Disgust
Envy
Elation
Fear
Guilt
Grief
Happiness
Hate
Hope
Joy
Jealousy
Love
Panic
Remorse
Sadness
Sorrow
Surprise
Terror
Wonder

2006-03-03T11:32:00.000+09:00

and just remember...

If yr thinking of flying into space this weekend,

the map is not the territory (but it's just as beautiful sometimes)

and needless to say,

space is still the place

2006-03-03T11:02:00.000+09:00

Earth's orbit on new potato alert!

"Martian feet turn dirt and stone
For buried treasure human bone
Madison men tattoo ads on
Ten year olds with sucker pads
Rockets rust attack decay things
Fall apart while spacemen play"

2006-03-02T11:04:00.000+09:00

Anyway, dances lightly on a heavy fog of intent. Another room of snatching grains that prop souls work default. Wearing a smile that speaks to everyone except it's current user. A thumbs up, to three faces glancing or studied in the past. One sits with their back to the door. None apparently impressed by said tidings. There is no cause for alarm. Back-peddle.

Remember frowns. Hunched tense and absorbed. Intent on hearing a swollen heart buckle.

Q. Consider the ship's bow. Does a second mate look up and count the passing cloud when the horizon isn't blinking?

This eases aside and once more beckons,
"Through there, through there. You were as close as can be earlier, why you hesitatin' now, huh?

Are these deaf failings or is the sun just so tired to have woke up this early.

Houston.
That was it. Not quite all but a step.
One of those brief flurries of insight. Nose spray for a heavy cold. Filling the last space on someone else's crossword. Thinking twice, one step away from abandoned mineshaft entrance.

They weren't setting off fireworks but then again, they never did when you spoke. Though you thought it tasted of wonder and you wanted to see eyes glow with truth and you'd wanted them to say,
"Yes, yes, you were right all along. Why'd we never listen to you?"

There was only an audio book sample. David Carradine's voice.
"What are you doing in Denver?"

A rope ladder spinning and the letters mangled to a fine pulp oozing breath and not having those fine sweet fibres all running down your back. Whispering,
"It's okay, yeah okay. You'll always be with us."

Anyway, no signs of being frightened by any of this asks you,

"Remember?"

That's you. Go ahead and answer.

2006-02-24T10:17:00.000+09:00

All over the horizon.
We are gaining on a portal.
And there, squat, obtuse, terrifying.
Cluttered, innocent, ticks another city.
A bubble glow diluting the night.

"It's not film noir but film...".

Existential cinema slinks into a billboard hand, cradling our whispers, hopes, confessions, orders and wrong numbers.
It's sweet and soft, a great source of Vitamin C.
Orang is Malay for person.
Natrium to Nitron and onto Sodanum which was hoped cures headaches.
It is also numbered 11.
Hunchback Bill and his bitter legions of old men in dusty bowler hats.
Their most favoured day is a 12.
The robes of hungry-looking men with shaved optimistic heads.
For about seven hundred years geoluhread.
In nanometres 620-585.
It is secondary.
Agent of the mind spread over six million acres.
In treating mental illnesses it has apparently proved itself effective.
Cheap airline travel that fuels fears of this planet over-warming.
A revolution in the Ukraine were the leading man was feared poisoned by the Opposition.
An excess could express confusion, tiredness and pessimism.
Traffic lights' pregnant moments; do I stay, do I go, do I wait, will I chance it?
255, 160, 0 or 0, 89, 255, 0.
Contrasted with the sky, preventing our lives inextricably colliding.
The second chakra that is also the pelvic area.

I ate an orange for breakfast.

2006-02-21T11:50:00.000+09:00

Feeling sorry for the Minotaur...

because shE (she/he) is alone in their car over there. Waiting for the lights. Head is bowed and occasionally glancing upwards, maybe in time with a song on the radio. Do people still listen to car radios? We did for a while last year, because we had no cassette tapes to listen to but then we got a new car and we can listen to CD's. Although it's tiresome having to bundle CD's back and forth between the car and the weekly shopping.

I've started listening to detuned AM radio. It sounds like 3 or 4 stations, served up together. An ear sandwich whilst I wait in that purgatorial testing booth of shopping centre car parks.

I watch the shoppers pushing trolleys laid down with the same goods in different wrappings. No one seems to notice me but when they do, there's a brief hesitation. A look that asks why and how, I could be sitting there. Just like Buck Turgidson, throwing his arms to the big board. I see them throwing up mental limbs to the shopping plaza, "Why aren't you in there? There's nothing out here! You came here to go in there! What's wrong?" A moment implausible and pleading. I like to hold that glance until they flinch away. Glowering in some towering mental realm or just too beat to care.

Car parks will form the oasis of the 21 century. We will only see mirages beyond here. Hanging gardens, jeweled veils, people in dreams with their heads aflame. Flotation tanks or bubbles minus boy. I can see others tucked down in back seats. They're watching TV screens or else sleeping. Mostly kids. Are they acclimatising to the outside world as I'm withdrawing? No, I'm only waiting and now wishing the Minotaur would get out of their car.

"Minotaur, Minotaur, let down your..." I whisper alone, through radio haze.

"Those lights, they are broken and besides we need to undress. Y'know by now that they were wrong, to lock you away in that labyrinth. Learn to forget, forget forgetting. Wear out the tapestry aside"

I pull up the sails on the car and we pass each other as so often before. No rehearsal parlour.

Next year is your 10000th anniversary.

Minotaur, oh sweet Minotaur. Why the shopping plaza strapped to your back?