Thursday, September 30, 2010


“Either be hot or cold. If you are lukewarm, the Lord will spew you forth from His mouth.” - Jerry Lee Lewis

Burning for the man

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Beauvoir and Sartre

Their relationship captivates me. I have read books on their lives together, validated my own romances through examples of theirs and unhealthily stalked their Parisian haunts every time I have been overseas. Whenever I wake early, I think about getting up, watching the sunrise, reading the paper and going back to bed after an early coffee. Because they used to.

Monday, September 27, 2010

All in a days work

A typical conversation between mophead and poppit.

Katie Jay
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Tess Wait likes this.

Katie Jay And this is funny too
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Katie Jay other discoveries of the day: you can get married in front of a tupac statue. near atlanta.
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Katie Jay no wait i found more
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Katie Jay i promise ill stop after this. because we've come full circle;
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Tess Wait WOW so much crap to take in at once. excellent.
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Sunday, September 26, 2010

When the music's over

I have had one of those weekends where I feel I am on the verge of a shift.
As if something is meant to happen now, something is meant to change.
But nothing is moving, and everything is still, and constantly refreshing my browser does not have the same effect on my reality.
If I was a lion I would roar. Ask spring why she did this to me.
This is the distilled version, its a diet skim with nothing artificial version.
The sapped sap.

Water on the Lens

There is a 1.2 million litre tank, where sets are built and into which people plunge themselves. There, immersed in water, scenes are filmed that both come from and blow ones imagination.
These images showcase a selection of stills, from that tank which (in case you have an urge to take the leap) can be found at Pinewood Studio in England.

Kingston Lounge

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Friday, September 24, 2010

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Wednesday, September 22, 2010


The Parisian Review

Iroquois. As you know from looking at me. [Reads from notebook.]
'On the lawn on the way to the store
forty-four years old for the neighbors to hear
hey, looka, Ma I hurt myself. Especially
with that squirt.'
What's that mean?

Send that one to Ginsberg.

Wait theres more. He talks about Hippos:

Is this my wine?

Was The Town and the City written under spontaneous composition principles?

Some of it, sire. I also wrote another version that's hidden under the floorboards, with Burroughs.

Yes, I've heard rumors of that book. Everybody wants to get at that book.

It's called And the Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tanks. The hippos. Because Burroughs and I were sitting in a bar one night and we heard a newscaster saying “ . . . and so the Egyptians attacked blah blah . . . and meanwhile there was a great fire in the zoo in London and the fire raced across the fields and the hippos were boiled in their tanks! Goodnight everyone!” That's Bill, he noticed that. Because he notices them kind of things.

Nobody has a clue

"We live in murky ambiguity lit by the occasional flashes of utter incomprehension."

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

"Do you have to have a reason for loving?" - Brigitte Bardot

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Monday, September 13, 2010

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Two years no hello goodbye.

Go melt back into the night, babe
Everything inside (you) is made of stone
There’s nothing in (t)here moving
And anyway I’m not alone

Wendy Bevan

That last one reminds me kinda of me and poppit.

Saturday, September 11, 2010