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Gimme some space!
Current mood: accomplished
Category: Art and Photography

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Charlesworth, Lewandowski & Mann are currently sourcing spaces to run a series of seven one day/ evening, exhibitions which will take place in London over a single week. The event will be taking place in March/ April, we would welcome suggestions, recommendations and offers of spaces in London - galleries, warehouses, basements, bars, bedrooms, tunnels or flyovers, we would be interested in working with you . Please feel free to get in touch with us at clandmeu@gmail.com

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Currently reading : A History of the World in 10 1/2 Chapters By Julian Barnes Release date: 27 November, 1990

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the end is nigh
Current mood: anxious

Upon the goading of my peers I have been prompted to publish more ramblings. It has been a hellish couple of months and I am quite sorry to of neglected the past-time of ranting about my concerns for the tattered globe we dwell on. I did say many months ago that I had run out of things to say and that my next big push here was going to inevitably focus on Politics.

I was gearing up to make a stab at the Tories and there unprincipled currish ways. My natural loathing of that creed is being slowly silenced as I hear more and more people saying, "wow that new guy is so dynamic and he is bound to win". I am white with fear, hauled up in my basement, the revolution surely must be on its way, we can't afford to let people vote for this abomination - a wolf in wolfs clothing - glint in the eye, smiling wily over your first born child that hangs from his blood stained jaws.

With any luck the trots have cottoned on to the fact there is no room left for them in politics and will have taken  Blackfriars bridge, marching on fleet street, flag bearers to the fore singing "we shall over come someday". In reality they are probably opening hummus restaurants and arguing about the Beer House Putsch.

All I want for Christmas is for the angry clouds over Hemel Hempstead to swallow up Westminster and in their ashen fury make New Cross the new centre of power, I am sure I can make space in my office.

yours in sheet white terror
DNC.

Currently reading : My Education: A Book of Dreams By William S. Burroughs Release date: June, 1996

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Head injury - everything went red
Current mood: groggy

Stupid stupid stupid,

That is how i feel now. My aching now is almost certainly a fraction of what my general outlook will be tomorrow.

5 hours in casualty and 6 stitches in my face and I am sitting at home seeping blood at a gentle ebb.

I am hoping that if any positive is to come of this, aside from the distinguished black eye that makes me look like some sunday league south east london wide boy, would be an even more distinguished scar in a v shape nestling its way into my eye socket.

Anybody who gives a damn send me love, sympathy and care parcels full of chocolate and cheap novels. Blood sweat and tears and all that, I would be less wound up about the situation if I had played for more than five minutes of the game!

Hockey - a sport for men.
Or what ever

Yours in ebb
DNC

Currently reading : My Education: A Book of Dreams By William S. Burroughs Release date: June, 1996

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Sea Anemone
Current mood: blank

A sea Anemone

Our sexual tendencies are outmoded,

We have evolved beyond traditional ideas of Peni and Vagina.

We should be more like the Sea Anemone.

Parenting is not important, propagation is the key.

Leaking seminal fluid, pouring out of every orifice leaking over mouths,

eyes, knees, spilling from armpits, ears and arseholes.

Pouring over eggs. Through Streets like fallopian tubes.

In shops at convenience.

The mother is no longer required,

we could spill seed into internal cavities.

Ridding ourselves of oedipal constriction.

Birthing in seahorse gut cramp eruption,

filling the earth with masculine breeders.

Devising new manners to continue to advance.

To propagate.

Just an idea…. of where to go.

Currently reading : The New York Trilogy (Contemporary American Fiction Series) By Paul Auster Release date: 01 April, 1990

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plastic birds and robert johnson
Current mood: discontent

O.K. now a distinct sensation of being doomed has set in. I am on holiday, happily ignoring the call of my work webmail, although knowing that such folly will be my undoing in the coming weeks.

This though is not my immediate sense of trepidation. Nor is the fact I just went for a shower and my water proof radio (christmas 2003) was playing a documentary about Robert Johnson. Just tuning in, I was rewarded with a full and very emblematic description of him dying of a poisoning, barking like a dog. Supposedly the hounds of hell coming to collect the soul he owed the devil. No even this was not that disconcerting!

It is odd. A gut feeling, though more likely something in the air; I'm not in London, so it isn't cancer. It might be some resonance to seeing 300 (ish, i'm no journalist) people being hauled off a soontobefireball aircraft, a weirdly heartening sight. In future I will pay more attention to plastic backed panic cards!Or fly less!

This has been an all round negative transmission, but fear not, I think I just need some chocolate! And some hitchcock!

X
D
 

Currently listening : King of the Delta Blues Singers By Robert Johnson Release date: 15 September, 1998

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London 7/7/05

I feel that I have to write something about last Thursday in London. It is an event that has changed much of my perception of London, as it has for many people. There are a couple of things I want to steer clear of however. I do not want to write about;

1) how I narrowly escaped the bombings. I have done the maths and whilst I was traveling through London at the time, I would have to be lost in a pretty special way to of ended up in any of the blast areas at those times. However one of my good friends’ brothers was on one of the trains (thankfully at the other end) and that makes the whole thing real enough for me.

2) how the city of London is bouncing back and is acting in a defiant manner, I think there is great romantic imagery to this and the writer should be applauded. In reality these people have jobs, they have to go to work and there are very few city firms who wouldn't baulk at firing somebody for not turning up, no matter how affected they have been by the bombings. Romantic yes, possibly a little sadder that we make heroes out of people who have no other choice.

3) the politics of the thing, this disaster is woeful news. For London and for the countless thousands of people who have been slaving away trying to form practical and healthy community and interfaith links between the Muslim and Christian/ Secular societies. This risks being undone, but it all hinges on our response, not letting people drive a wedge between (or into) a hard fought and beautiful relationship. People are at fault but the sands of time will bury them in unmarked graves and nothing I will say here will change that, so whats the point.

I guess what I am saying is that there is not a lot you can say without falling into type. Or sharing some common spurious sentiment which is just another form of media hyperbole. Don't get me wrong this is a horrible thing but I think the very nature of a person’s relationship with London is one of a very personal nature. We all have places we like to be alone in, we all of places we know we can find a friendly face, an event like this is like a burglary someone has been into your most intimate space and stamped around treading a thick layer of dirt into your life, but the real feelings and the real sentiments of unrest, fear, frustration, inconsolable anger are the things that haven't, aren't or won't be said. London seems to of bounced back but this all runs a lot deeper than that.

Horrible, truly horrible.
DNC

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I attract mad people and animals
Current mood: hot

Currently watching : Babylon 5 - The Complete Second Season Release date: 29 April, 2003

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time to sleep or time to die
Current mood: sleepy

I whine a lot, make no mistake that this is one of those occasions. I am tired, but it is a weird tired all fuzzy and with different parts of the brain refusing to communicate with each other, I am beginning to think in a completely erratic manner, last night I hallucinated, for the briefest of moments, that a bull/ bison or bovine equivalent was lolloping around on the middle of Lewisham way (for those of us unfamiliar, this is not a green enough pasture to warrant any kind of grazing animal).

Chalk this one up to stress but a week in bed would do me a world of good. Once rested and emerging with bed-bug-bites and sores I will be free to roam and whine with a clear head.

There is no real point to this conveyance, there rarely is, I can't wait for parliament to start again, so I have something meaningful to wail about.

Over and out of luck
DNC

Currently reading : Flaubert's Parrot (Vintage International) By JULIAN BARNES Release date: 27 November, 1990

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winter mornings and summer afternoons
Current mood: tired

Last night was a late one, in fact it has been a week of late collapses and early rises. My head feels like it has been beaten in with my own flatly intoned renditions of power ballads from the karaoke bar last night. My jaw hurts and the sense of shame is overbearing.

Twice in as many days I have tripped home to the sound of bird calls, ordinarily this would be a pleasure but when the dawn light is switching street lights off down the length of road you are walking, casting a murky and angry swell of cool air, beer soaked party heads and rageful early work risers, you start to wonder if in some small respect you are being laughed at by your fellow animal. If I were a bird I think other than spending large portions of my life flitting between here and the gulf coast, I would invest a good deal of time practicing whistling the latest tv ringtone at rum soaked moronic figures tottering about at times that God himself set aside for animals and crooks.

The way I see it, this whole universe has it upside down. There is no more horrendous feeling than waking up in daylight, the mere switching on of a light burns into my retinas like some archaic form of torture before all those drugs and sack beatings. Waking up in darkness is certainly more settling for the old nerves. The only drawback with winter mornings is the woeful evening light, there is no more pitiable occurrence than leaving work in darkness, i can feel the power being sucked from my very loins and not in that embarrassing fleshy way but in the deflating ebb of the vengeful hand of death.

If I were in any other game, possibly astrophysics, I would try and strike the balance, get what we all want. Winter mornings and summer afternoons, surely science can budge a little for the romance of not being able to see your loved one all bed head and bleary?

Yours on a summer afternoon.
DNC

Currently listening : Houses Of The Holy By Led Zeppelin Release date: 19 July, 1994

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