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Travel writing while living in North Carolina, Utah, South Korea, Poland, Turkey, Italy, London, and Madrid.
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captain beefheart on itunes. London 1974. guacamole and doritos fosters 20 min and then tube to shepherds bush for NY Eve bash no table reserved
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Didi Menendez, the editor of miPOesias, did a portrait of me. I dig it. Based on a younger pic. Fun stuff. I am envious of her talent and energy. I feel absolutely lazy when I see all the projects she juggles. Mind boggling really!
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the poem below was written last night at The Windmill pub in Brixton, South London. It is mostly a collage of the flyer listing all the indie bands that played at the venue. There are some observatory sentences and some overheard sentences from the folks in the pub. We stayed after hours and met the…
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crispy beef, egg fried rice, prawn crackers, seafood with bean paste. movie: Pure. Heineken on bed. Later: Brixton, South London
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Godzenie has been revised. Revisited. rethought. Things taken and things added and things shuffled. Four sections: 1) Wonderland (Seoul, South Korea) 2) Block 7A (Zory, Poland) 3) Hotel Diament (Jastrzebie, Poland) 4) Return to the City (Katowice, Poland) Some poems fit nicely from North Carolina days into Block 7A as well. Three individual poems to…
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Now, I have a home base in London visiting Poland is a much more enjoyable event. Just found out Godzenie did not win one of those first book contests. S ____ press also seems to have gone quite a bit conservative with a few token innovative poetries. Perhaps I am wrong. Either way, some thoughts:…
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Back to katowice, Poland tomorrow. Hanging with my girlfriend and her family for Yule time. Bringing my notebook and a few pens and see what crops up. The hardest part of packing is choosing the right books. I am interested in exploring the poetics of place/travel. Alas I am bringing the following books to re-read…
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I did a collaboration with the poet Brian Howe around five years ago. Some of it was published in Tony Tost’s Faascicle magazine. Well now Scantily Clad Press has published the final version. Just published yesterday. it is a very strange little thing. A remix alright. Lots of found language and sounds. Swerves out of…
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The Lucifer Poetics Group is going strong. An organic grouping of artists with a healthy dose of various innovative aesthetics. some serious energy pumping out of North Carolina. Fascinating work happening. Check out this sample of some of the work: LUCIFER POETICS
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anatomically correct robotically actuated advanced formula durable, ultra-realistic flesh-like elastomeric gel articulated skeleton speaks, moves, looks, feels, smells real
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sometimes a wee bit of whisky and coke with mince pies loosens up the throat and ach so I can write by gooley. So it is nice to think again. Been meditating on my travels and attempt to re-invent myself over the last three years. Well over the last many years but in particular the…
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is being radically reworked is two serial poems “The secret of why we first took to our feet” (mythopoetics, image-centred, wisdom tradition) “As you where” (google-sculpting, found texts, sound-centred, dense, irony ) Alien Memory Machine is also taking a different direction after writing a David Lynch poem that’s perhaps the third section . . .…
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I am glued, hooked, and ready to squirt. A body of work, working bodies, lower haves and have nots and so on: lowerhalf
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Thanks to Sean Bonney for pointing this out on his blog. Beautiful books!!! check it: Russian Avant Garde Books
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Warning: pierce non-porous skin to prevent bursting Warning: memories are scened were hot bodies meet
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A Face of Certified Holes in the cleared mindcamp the elephant is always in the room fear less than clearon a flight to Belfastto bury the dead and couldn’t find knees all kinds of physics at workin the air to trace the heat of fingers there is a kind, they say, a kind of heat,…
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Some more performance art. The amazing Cris Cheek’s decade-long collaboration(s) with Kirsten Lavers at Things not worth keeping
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some great sound art and poetry from the Atlanta Poetry Group
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I only looked like this for one night :-)
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the new manuscript started in poland and picked up more steam in London. Now I am 50 pages in. It is about the eye. A battle between the eye and the ear. i want to be. Try to language my way back into my body. Words make us conscious. I wanna be less self-conscious. Both…
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so what!!! anyone live for the weekend? That’s no way to live. I want out.
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One of my favourite literature magazines. YES YES YES!!! Great readings and performances. CHeCK It and be moved: Text Sound
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Prodigal Drift art reshufflesout of date subjectivityhello mother an ode to milk ovelteen on a wet Tuesday post prandial nose-dive in the minced stew 2nd train to London £26£240 for box room Seven Sisters not ideal pajamahoods: neighbor bangs broom against floorfor loud bed-fucks lets tell it and get screwed in the words squirts yr…
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” When you leave the city and go out in the country you’re always tempted tothink, ‘This is the real America.’ ‘These are the real Americans.’ And theyhave ‘real’ jobs: mechanic, country doctor, fireman, plumber. Then you start tolearn more. Maybe one of the country people you meet is old, with all their kidsgrown…and they…
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Gum+Cigarettes in a Litter Free Zone a shoveling between whale bones moistens the frontiers corrosive hunkle-buckle sporadic blood whimper stairs like skulls refleshed with steel universal fun-loop sifting expectations sounds grid this thick city lost my tongue with the west winds of England little pimps on the night skimps stretched beyond the return straightUP dunna…
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Quit asking questions about the wine on the counter and take the potato from your pocket, peel, dice, splice. Like in a film with real milk we can’t get the sneezes out of our sleeves. Get outside with your fuel to burn something must break real soon. Blistered and barking up the wrong tree. Cat…
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If you are wondering about the new and exciting British and Irish poetry, this is the journal to buy: 015 Veer Journal 2 – ‘veer off’ – featuring the work of over 60 leading poets available now Veer Publication 015 [ISSN: 1758-4140] The second in the occasional Veer journal series focusing on unconforming writing, veer…
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words overheard, misheard, and remixed from an an Openned Poetry reading featuring Sean Bonney Sean Bonney Remix A clean blade with magnetic wildwood scum. Wierded weird the final host of the brain slop. We don’t know who, anyway, eclipsed, the final host. A soul net. Oh, pretty, petty, this police system of knowledge. Performed an…
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Some reworked poems from Godzenie in the new Streetcake magazine. Happy for my work to be in great company. Thank you Nikki and Trini.
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34. found it 2 min ago. in my beard. hm . . . here we go
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still playing with this technology. DIY. rough as all hell. gotta keep trying new things.
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some more great thought thinking language becoming camel again loading up before turning into lion to tear apart and then back to that mystical gooey eyed chid (thank you Nietzsche) yes that is my favourite the child I am not a camel I am a child always Absent
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Got my copy of Minor American literary journal today in the post. Damn fine work and excellent production. Looks bloody fantastic. Strong connection with some poets in North Carolina and the Lucifer Poetics Group. The feel of the journal in my hands makes me very very very happy. I feel very honored to have some…
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Spent over 30 hours for the last two weeks finishing my three year manuscript Godzenie. Other than perhaps some small changes it is finished. Just printed and bound it with a binder clip. Godzenie was written while I was in Korea and Poland and finished in London. Godzenie is a polish word which means to…
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SUNDAYS AT THE OTO “poetry and music with the post-avant crowd for your Sunday afternoon pleasure” Third Sunday of the month, 3-5 pm, Café Oto, 18-22 Ashwin Street, Dalston, London E8 3DL (http://www.cafeoto.co.uk) £4 entry. October 19: Keith Jebb + The Mind Shop (music: Armorel Weston, John Gibbens and David Miller) + Wanda Phipps +…
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SMALL PUBLISHERS FAIR 2008 Conway Hall,Red Lion Square,London WC1R 4RL FRIDAY 24th and SATURDAY 25th OCTOBER Open 11am to 7pm, admission to bookfair and readings is free. Holborn tube. Readings and Events on Saturday 25th. 1.00. ‘Playing with Words’: booklaunch & performances by David Toop,Ansuman Biswas, Brown Sierra & Nye Parry 1.30.Royal Holloway Poetic Practice:Anna…
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This is an amazing reading series. Must get someone to cover my EFL classes!!! The Next Openned night Tuesday 21st October These People will be reading at Openned on 21st October. Line up as it stands: Adrian ClarkeFrancesca LisetteWanda PhippsAnna TicehurstMichael ZandPLUS Mike Weller (video work)Allen Fisher (video interview, the first in a series) Coming…
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Constellation: Alice Notley goes live today – a collaborative web event featuring 34 writers responding to individual Notley poems; video footage of Notley reading at Birkbeck last May; and the publication of 10 new Notley poems. Curated by Carol Watts at Birkbeck Centre for Poetics, Edmund Hardy at “Intercapillary Space” and Steve Willey and Alex…
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New Parade as Smog there is a series of predictable problemsdomains in flame all feasible desires of the soul costumeno nature plants the cars in stricken spume your supposed past with sense data attachmentsyou can just reach it with a chopstick in a 2x2x2 cube say body tantrums, dandruff and tampons say pons pons and…
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Great show last Sunday at The Luninaire: http://www.theluminaire.co.uk/ German band called Get Well Soon. Check it: http://www.youwillgetwellsoon.com/
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Private Devotion (with special thanks to Anselm Berrigan) a lanky man with custard was recalled to life it took both cities in their underwear without a spare taxi to take the twist out of the knickers better i reckon the producers wanted an understanding and a non-stop supply this might sound a bit metaphysical shrugging…
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Stage and Scream Quit asking questions about the wine on the counter and take the potato from your pocket, peel, dice, splice. We are stuck between stage and scream. Like in a film with real milk we can’t get the sneezes out of our sleeves. Get outside with your fuel to burn something must break…
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zra Pound | Late TateFriday, 3 October18.30 – 22.00Tate Britain, Millbank, SW1P 4RGadmission free http://www.ucl.ac.uk/pound/ To commemorate the 100th anniversary of Ezra Pound’s arrival in London in 1908, nine performers will present poetry, music, and creative performances inspired by Pound’s poetic work. All performances will be held in Gallery 17 of the Tate Britain this…
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SNOBBISH SNOBBISHLY SNOBBISHNESS SNOBBISM SNOBBY SNOBLING SNOBOCRACY SNO-CAT SNODSNOFF SNOG … SNOW LILY SNOW LINE SNOW MIST SNOW MOUSE, SNOW MUSHROOM SNOW ORCHID there is real. it is all real. very real. a little wriggle upon a yellow guitar made out of beeswaxI intend to eat swordfish and mushroom kebabs for tea tonightpappymashy on a…
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Poorly paid Laborers Break Up Ships for Salvage The deft seduction of art keeps us transfixed. There’s always some visual pleasure to engage us. A painter’s eye for color and a sculptors eye for form. An uncool composition of light. The lyrical morpheme. The skyline of a water-edged city. The play of shadow and light…
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check it: Contemporary Poetics Research Centre
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i have been finding time to write from 4-5PM before teaching my evening classes. When I am supposed to be preparing for classes. Between the first and second half of my day.
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a monster haunts uswith cut-resistant ballistic pads carefully cut and sewn with curves in mind bright yellow peppers in the morning courtyard old tyre caked against shed and cooling trouserson the white picket fence someone has stolen the pasta machine hot potato wet tomatoif you hear what your body says then put yr mindin the…
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Alien fruits For magnesium light I lifted my pillow with gold teeth into the mythical moist night, co-mingled with minions and unpeeled onions, all my vigor squeezed into a single sneeze. All my friends from the Great Empire have abandoned their stations, have puttheir slinkies in the mud. You are a supposed person rushing late…
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Recycled from Today identity is a serious personal issueself-imposed deadlinesit shuts on its own darlingi’m sure you’re gonna be somebody, soondo you understand what else there is?stop anti-aging, stop messing with yr widgets, o2 unlimitedi’m now in touch with Jim GoarI don’t know what this nation needsbungee jumping with five quidtake shower early when not…
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Andrew Duncan’s Origins of the undergroundTom Atkins FolkloreTom Atkins HoraceSoft Targets (featuring Brian Howe purchased from Bookarts Bookshop in East London)Maggie O’Sullivan’s Body of Work Mairead Byrne’s Talk Poetry spent the very last of my american money in my last american bank account. also used that money for an imac. all gone now. that was…
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I went to a fantastic reading yesterday afternoon. Sundays at the Oto (Japanese for sound) with TIM ATKINS, ISNAJ DUI + SOPHIE ROBINSON. Tim Atkins was absolutely nothing short of spectacular. One of the best readings I have been to in a long long long time. He takes Horace and Petrarch into 21st century London.…
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Elit in Europe
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Love the clean look and always excellent painting as cover of Jim Goar’s Past Simple. Check out my poem and short reading here: Auspicious Wanderings Thank you Jim Goar
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In the techno-creep, broken glass, you knowwhat reason tormentsfallen face in the surfperpendicular foot on my memorywhat you sellingoh comeo, oh obsidiantoken sanity, it behooves you to impound yr authenticity, cropand leverage and spadethe hollowed ground. bellies agog light showsthrough weighted shoeswe’ve got lift in the stirred porridgewhat tinkles while London growlsus northerners draw our…
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it’s happening Robert Sheppard
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performing childhood is something else where light is a lonesome hymntouching commits to memory rhetorical proof in perpetual motion and love’s unbroken compositionapproaching the furthest moon salvation is among the borders of civilization and alas tonight the gaps are graced migration to memory inside the praxis of livinga mongrel shakedown on the milk-stained carpet
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first week in new flat in west London. paid the deposit. Just hooked up wireless internet a few hours ago. I start a new job on Monday teaching part time at Ealing and West London college (ESL). Hope it can turn from temp to more permenant work next year. The last four months in London…
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Some interesting use of short poetry and photography from Dylan Harris. Check out ALL HANDS
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reloaded os x on my mac. simplified. writing again. doing remixes of readings i’ve attended so far in London. I don’t remember their words and my words. Words. whose words????? alas, here we go . . . I know, now, more than ever I need community to write well. it’s coming back. the play .…
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Scott Thurston (Openned Reading, London, The Foundery, July 17th 2008) “take cover from my artificial intelligence” “we cannot justify our deserts” “shapeless static boundaries” “our current past-life on a disused railway track” “separate yr voices” “beckon me form to time to air not even missiles” “can they dent, in turn, a mold, a straight jacket”…
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Nate Tarn (Swedenborg House London June 17th 2008) “how to keep in favour with the sky in another pieced together country”‘the eardrum inbeasted to savour even more so, now”“my father never shot his wad”“thin trial of glucose, thin trail . . . .”“all is clear like a green ghost misting against my summerhood”” we know…
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Lee Harwood London 17th June 2008 “theory of colours and walking skeletons” “the usual desire for the glue monster”“in small rooms we sat around the fire”“I know what you are thinking in this closed room”“the exit contains the tomb”“closeness obscures as old photos clearly understood face to face”“yes I know you son”“somehow this works, being…
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My brother is awake. At first he couldn’t speak and he put his hand on his heart and pointed to my mum. now he is using words . . . it looks like everything is going to be ok so far :-) he is a fighter alright!!!!
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my little brother Spencer was in a very bad car crash three days ago in utah. he is in a coma. brain swollen. collapsed lung. machines. I can’t really focus on anything else at the moment . . .
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It is really happening. or seems to. My first feed for over three years occurred last night in east london at the Foundery: Sascha Akhtar Sean Bonney Frances Kruk Scott Thurston John Wilkinson All great . . .. especially the performance of Sean Bonney and Frances Kruk. If you have not heard of the poetry…
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A lot of tube time. Over three hours. I’ve seen some of the same people but we are not supposed to look at each other. When I blow my nose black shit, a bit like newspaper ink, comes out in chunks on the tissue. West London is much better than living near Manor House. West…
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I must attend this event next year!!! report by Alison
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Prodigal Drift Lapid maze-fault: something calls my name, tomotoe on the table I wish you could pick me up operaticallyhot/cold with critical speculation. I’ve met gravityat every turn and in America very basic lightning to take a different direction in comparisonto the primness and residual limits of Victorian England. This is the ramshackle of a…
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COFFEE HALL sex drop and damp dreamsin coffee hallbefore a Mormonbaptism there was silent chatter and I was borderline skit zowhile star wars figures melted on the light bulb This is the scene, the seen, the redeveloped conditional, the hemoglobin of a healthy heartbeat. Once upon, once the time was, the time is a disappearingpoint…
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My friend and fellow poet Virgil Renfroe gave me this link to a very interesting poetry and sound art website. The soundstuff is really really interesting. Check it out: Dean Parkin
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got a big room for the month of August. Half a foot on the ground. So my third move in London coming up in two weeks. Then in September I must move again because room is only for one month. So four flats in four months in London. Par for the course. I am circles…
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so maybe my feet will come back. maybe i can work in marketing for this language school and then create a mental space for my writing. I think other writers work business jobs and still are prolific with their poetry and art. started copying some of the language from a marketing report for the middle…
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went to brick lane in london yesterday. it is an amazing place. my favourite place in london so far. lots of interesting galleries. it is where the new shit happens. fashion is hip and mind blowing. i also taught a class as a replacement teacher at the school and i felt like myself for the…
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It is pouring rain in London right now. Typical English weather i guess. I live in a Turkish neighborhood. I got my haircut the other day at a Turkish barber shop. No one spoke much English. It was interesting. He got a burning hot metal stick and put it close to my face. Supposed to…
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Portadown cum round againsex drop and damp dreamsin council housingsilent chatter borderline skit zofigures melting on lightbulbs I’m painting a portrait with the pelvis as a disappearing point and masturbation is nothing left to lose. I was pretend smoking with twig and some girl named Sweetie and then my gills turned to lungs underneath the…
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So I moved into a new flat in North London (near Manor House) last monday. Lost money by moving out of the other flat before the end of the month but the new flat is much better. Cool flatmates and nice and modern place and even internet in the front room. One flatmate is from…
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so leave in a few hours for a plane back to London. Belfast was great. Fantastic indie rock clubs. The area around Queens University is really nice. Cool vintage clothing shop and lots of cafes and rock clubs and beautiful botanic gardens and lots of cool hip Belfast hipsters roaming the streets. Surprising and refreshing…
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scene speak: NewportPagnell: green green greenand old village pubs, countryfood: Yorkshire pudding and roastand carrots: loved and lostand loved it all maybe not, although, I don’t think so, my lapsedtravel zone, still winking star-studdedchallenge, hear all, heralded, just grab the tab &pull off the damage, gravel &chips, travel fresh, pushed-in chin maybe not, although, travel…
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The Goose at The Goose across from Wood Green Station£1.50 a pint, Slovakians and Bulgerians and Polish and North Londoners and a man in the corner climbing a ladderof tongues in the overheard compartmentsof the mind what has liftedwhat has shiftedin the supreme footfall, in the swaggerof alternate tendencies: sparksof the masculine dream dragon: can’tget…
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what does it mean to sell out? it entails something about authenticity which is a big bag of bones. but being authentic is always a question in motion. like individuality it is under suspicion. and at the very least it is fucking hard work. to be authentic requires constant questing and questioning. i have a…
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in new room. old place. a few cool bulgarians. now my mum is in belfast. flying back to belfast tomorrow. it is crazy globe trotting. come back to london in 11 days. will eventually get settled. met cool german named sven and went to about five london irish pubs full of irish londoners here since…
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I traveled from Milton Keynes to London all last week. After one busy extremely stressful week I have a job and a place to live. I will take the train tomorrow to London. I will live with six other guys in a cheap flat share in North London (Wood Green). The new job is in…
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birds everywhere. at least twelve new songs. clock ticking. slugs nestled into mud puddles. Lush, in short. i have applied to a mad amount of jobs, it is the system, my tick, oversaturate then choose via exhaustion or luck. just want a bit of peace, a piece, small piece, of the pie without getting sucked…
