8:48 AM - Gigs & Shows
Current mood: quixotic
Category: Music

Hit me up if you were there!

1995 - REM/The Cranberries/Belly/
            Del Amitri (Cardiff)

1996 - Radiohead/Teenage Fanclub(Cardiff)
            Jesus Christ Superstar (London)

1998 - Therapy? (Aberystwyth)
            The Crocketts (Aberystwyth)
            Les Miserables (London)
            Tosca (Aberystwyth)

1999 - Stereophonics/The Crocketts/Gay Dad/AB/CD(Morfa)
            Zippy and George Rainbow Tour (Aberystwyth)

2000 - Greenday (Nottingham)
            My Ruin (Nottingham)
            Embrace (Nottingham)

2001 - Marilyn Manson (Birmingham)

2002 - Moby/Lamb(Birmingham)
            Sesiwn Fawr Festival -
            Levellers/The Alarm/Burning Spear/Bob Delyn/Saw Doctors

2003 - Pepe Le Pew (Aberystwyth)

2004 - DJ Yoda (Aberystwyth)
            Fingathing (Aberystwyth)
            DJ Shadow (Aberystwyth)
            Judge Jules (Aberystwyth)
            Dilated Peoples (Bristol)
            The Crimea (Aberystwyth)
            Feist (London)

2005 - Blood Brothers (London)
            O2 Festival -
            Babyshambles/Kasabian/Soulwax

            Los Skeletones (New Cross)
            Ed Tudor-Pole (London)
            Splogenessabounds (London)
            

2006 - Belle and Sebastian (London)
            Moscow City Ballet-Romeo & Juliet(Wimbledon)
            Pixies Tribute (New Cross)
            Nirvana Tribute (New Cross)
            Smiths Tribute (New Cross)
            The Crimea (Aberystwyth)

            Download Festival -
            G'n'R/Prodigy/Metallica/Korn/Tool/Deftones/
            Lacuna Coil/Alice in Chains/Cradle of Filth
            /Soulfly/Trivium/Billy Talent/Wicked Wisdom

            Foo Fighters/Motorhead/Queens of the Stone
            Age/Juliette Lewis/Brian May (London)

            Reading Festival - Pearl Jam/Placebo/Slayer/
            Dresden Dolls/My Chemical Romance/
            Goldie Lookin Chain/Lady Sovereign

            Dandy Warhols/Morning After Girls (London)
            Morning After Girls (Brixton)
            Meatloaf (London)

2007 - Suicide Girls (Camden)
            The Black Keys/The Black Angels (London)
            Ed Tudor Pole (Camden)
            Monkish (Covent Garden)

Currently listening : Back to Black By Amy Winehouse Release date: 13 March, 2007

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9:12 AM - no more.
Current mood: confused
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes

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This is from a speech the Salt Lake City mayor gave on April 29, 2006.


MAYOR ROCKY ANDERSON



"We are gathered here today to say, 'No more!'

No more killing.

No more expenditures of almost $6 billion per month on this tragic war.

No more denial of health care coverage for over 42 million Americans, when we are paying more for this outrageous war than what it would cost for universal health care throughout the US.

No more dependence on foreign oil, while we could become independent if we focused resources wasted in the Iraq war on clean, renewable sources of energy.

No more attacks on immigrants who work so hard to build better lives.

No more inaction by Congress on fixing our hypocritical and inconsistent immigration laws and policies.

No more complacency by our news media, much of which has served as little more than a bulletin board for false government propaganda.

No more raping and pillaging of our people by the outrageous profiteers in the oil industry, by the health care insurance industry, and by the billionaire buddies of Bush and Cheney like the crooks at Enron and Halliburton.

No more war in Iraq.

No more reliance on fiction rather than the science of global warming.

No more historic deficits forever demonstrating that our President and our Congress are total hypocrites and liars when they call themselves fiscal conservatives.

No more torture of human beings.

No more holding people in detention camps without charges without lawyers without any semblance of due process.

No more sending people off to be held and interrogated in countries where torture and brutality is expected to occur.

No more arrogant, blundering, incompetent leadership of our military.

Which means no more Donald Rumsfeld.

No more manipulation of our media.

No more arrogance and incompetence posing as leadership in the White House.

Which means no more Bush and Cheney.

And no more arrogance, incompetence, and timidity posing as leadership in the United States Congress.

No more illegal wiretapping without warrants.

No more complacency by the American people.

No more members of Congress who voted to turn into felons 12 million people our nation has encouraged to come here to work.

No more disastrous cuts in funding for those most in need in our cities. . .

No more lies about a tie between Iraq and 9-11. . .

No more butchering of the English language.

Which means, of course, no more George Bush.

No more killing thousands of innocent people.

Which means no more of the Bush Administration.

And no more of those in Congress who have sat passively by while the slaughter continues. . .

No more apathy by the American people.

And no more refraining from saying "No more"!

We are gathered here today because we care deeply. We are gathered today because we can't and won't remain silent in the face of tragic dishonesty, tragic violations of international law and human rights, outrageous war mongering, and continually shifting excuses for beginning the war a war that has resulted in the unnecessary deaths of probably more than 100,000 Iraqis and almost 2400 American members of the United States armed forces. . .

We are not gathered here because we seek to divide this nation. In fact, we seek to unify this great country behind principles of justice, compassion and an end to an outrageous, unnecessary war.

And we are not here because we are "nut cakes.". . .

Nazi Germany was a society comprised of millions of people who did not question and who did not object. They followed. They followed blindly. They left it for their leaders to make the decisions even the decisions as to what each individual would do, including the most inhumane treatment toward other people.

That culture of blind obedience was not one where most people asked themselves, "What should I do?". The answers were already furnished by leaders bent on world domination leaders who thought nothing of torturing, killing, and maiming millions of innocent men, women, and children.

People were not gathering together to say "No more." Rather, they were calling out "Heil Hitler," abdicating to political leaders the moral choices they each could have and should have made as individuals. In short, they forfeited the most important part of what makes each of us human.

We are gathered here to assert our moral autonomy our moral power our moral insistence that we will not be a part of the dishonesty, the brutality, and the hypocrisy behind the current war of aggression. And we will call out together for an end to the insanity an end to the obscenity known as the Iraq war.

At times like this, silence is complicity. Silence is an affirmation of the status quo. We will only see change when the people assert their own moral authority and no longer leave it to the self -serving, shiftless, sycophantic servants of the corporate rapists and pillagers of our people, like Dick Cheney's buddies at the sole-source-contracts-in-Iraq-profiteer Halliburton; like Exxon, the plunderer of almost every person in our nation; and like the pharmaceutical companies and insurance companies that have made certain the American people do not have affordable, universal health care coverage.

Rwanda was a culture of blind obedience. Tens of thousands of people heeded the call to slaughter their Tutsi and moderate Hutu neighbors, most of whom used machetes to hack men, women, and children to death. These were not people who asserted their personal moral authority. . .

No more can any person asserting free agency stand by in good conscience. . .

Let us each embrace our moral authority, let us each embrace our humanity, let us each embrace our responsibility and insist in every way within our means: no more human and civil rights violations; no more hatred and inhumane treatment toward hard-working immigrants and their families; no more killing and maiming. No more Iraq war."


http://citizensedproject.org/rocky.html

http://www.slcgov.com/mayor/

I'm looking for people to help by translating some of my poetry (see Myspace blogs) into other languages, especially hebrew and arabic. You don't have to have any knowledge of poetry as i'm hoping to gather different interpretations of the same theme.

I'm a visual art student from London, UK and am currently working on a web-based project concerned with issues of humanity, which aims to gently evoke an urge for understanding and a sense of empathy within prospective viewers.


This is the one i'd prefer to receive translations for:

Urban Interrelation

Without choosing to lose,

This draped skyline could devour us.



Buildings raise glazed, reflected eyes,

Oblivious, unapologetic

through billowing curls of perspiration

under tiredly suspended skies.

The itching city doesn't plan,

full of lust and admiration

embracing with the haze it lies, or

pelted in heartfelt cloudburst

with a grasp for consideration.



Swarming far beneath we move

weighted by the backdrop

Driven and drained in our search for direction.

Interpretations can be as personal as you want - it can be as simple or elaborate as you wish, and if you feel you'd like to change the words a bit or just work on a segment of the poem, that's fine - you could even use a combination of languages if you prefer!

I will credit any contributors and keep you updated on how the project develops if you want me to and would also be interested to hear your views on any aspect of my work.



Thanks for taking the time to read this and please get in touch if you or someone you know would like to contribute

08/12/2005

6 Abandoned Babies

https://www.nspcc.org.uk/predonation/index.asp

(C) H. Fitzpatrick 2005

05/08/2005

Mickey's War

(c) H. Fitzpatrick 2005

(c) H. Fitzpatrick 2005

03/08/05

(c) H. Fitzpatrick 2005 

(c) H. Fitzpatrick 2005

Currently listening : King By Belly Release date: 14 February, 1995

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9:04 AM - Panglossian clawmarks
Current mood: anxious
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

The Agent

London Eyes

In the haze of an impromptu visit home, I suddenly remember I have to be somewhere else.

So I drop into Borth where the air is lined with seaweed and cigarettes, to my favourite Nottingham haunt, an ancient inn where spirits run almost free.

My reservations are confirmed, I am to stay there tonight under groaning beams, to attend a retail training course in the morning.

Rising with the rawness of sleep deprivation to pour myself into trouser suit, I wait for my mind to take form.

Arrival at the location holds the bleached dread of school and prancing through the ining ha! i pay more heed to the crowded benches, than to the flashing of white lace, as my trousers are falling down. That guy from the sixth form stopped my heart to say 'hi'.

The day has changed it's course; I find myself on floor five looking out over Cananary Wharf. My classmates and I  shift my dead boyfriend's unwanted easter bunny, it's soft blue body reaches ten feet high and it marks out my corner quite nicely. Then, standing up against the walls my milky peers territorialise their spaces, for our imminent art exhibition.

The sky turns over with the gnashing of a garage door, my insides start to burn with dread. The convulsing cloud is more beautiful than any I've seen - pink and orange and all shades of grey, every waterloo sunset screwed into a ball, and then tossed to the left of St.Paul's.

The sun had come down. We all wished the vastness of London more true, but molten white heat in the centre of the thing was already bouncing off the windows. I took my concrete corner next to James behind the spiral staircase and silently watching, we held on.

A lid over london remains indefinitely, dense as slate, where names upon names exist only in dust and render it's purpose obsolete. On the horizon far out of reach, a familiar glow lends its shimmer to the constant snow. Such romance plays on the monochrome globules that form this hysterical landscape, a city melted and shrunk, to be trudged victoriously under foot, by me in a blue rabbit suit.

Passing

We wound our way through moonlight undergrowth, animals bushy about our feet, bats and owls flit passed our ears.

Every thing we touched was thick with life, bugs and dust and falling stars, we shared it all in wandering delight.

I am eight and small under your arm. You are not yet ten, but to me you are a man. There is no-one else on earth.

Sinking in silt between the lush green, we wade through dusted silver pools, tiny fish fanning our ankles. Climbing the steep bank, your grasp is the surest that i have ever felt and i shiver, warm with the joy.

Heavy footed now, we stumble together between ancient roots in a tunnel maintained by the sheep, until hazy summer air beams between hawthorn fingers, to draw us out onto open hillside.

Cut.

To the rambling end of an outing with your aged father. We're sad. He's gregarious, but confused, chasing his wondering mind and I can see you struggling to catch up. Deep set emotion swells in my chest so every breath is laced with love.

When we reach him he's euphoric. He wants to do it all over again and tells you how much it means that you brought him to this place. Fumbling for his waxy hand, we make our way under stars, amongst the starlings and through the mud once more. Because this is his final hour.

Then slumped between tables on sticky floorboards, his clasp is fading while i hold his head to my shoulder. You've gone to get an ambulance, but he beams as the sun clears the cloud, when you return with a bottle of gin. 

Currently listening : It’ll End in Tears By This Mortal Coil Release date: 07 July, 1998

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9:33 AM - Itching
Current mood: disappointed
Category: Writing and Poetry

H. Fitzpatrick © 2005

Stolen

As the sun sets

Furious against the grey

We fall aglow

On a bed of dismay

The sore realization

There's no warmth

In what we say

We shouldn't have let it happen

But it's done now anyway.