Notes on Space Ritual by Hawkwind, from an old work-in-progress.
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Notes on Space Ritual by Hawkwind, from an old work-in-progress.
Notes on Portishead from long ago.
Agree, have nearly finished reading it, wonderful weave of poetry and prose, history, nature, ganja, riddim, concrete poetry, just a fantastic mix-up. Gorgeously written. Have just ordered all her other books.
Fuck Fetterman, he's just a thug.
Storm-Bird, Storm-Dreamer by J G Ballard in New Worlds Vol.50 No.168 (November 1966). An issue I had years ago, had quite a few of the Michael Moorcock edited New Worlds, which published some amazing writing.
This is a magical book, a poem that is a novel, a novel that is a poem.
Of fortune telling and poetry, from amazing book by Marcia Douglas.
The kakistocracy. The stupidest people on earth. The most repulsive people on earth. The most sociopathic people on earth. The most cruel people on earth. The most destructive people on earth. People who know nothing but how to destroy everything they touch. The most ignorant people on earth.
From a poem sequence by Denise Levertov.
Listening to Distant Guns by Denise Levertov.
I like the fact that you do actually assume there will be bookshops in the future....
'Interesting times' as they say...
So much for the fucking wonderful checks and balances of the USA. Utter bollocks. The USA can NEVER lecture any other country about law and democracy again. And it's just a war with no justification.
They shaved her head
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil
- Bob Dylan
It's 'American exceptionalism'.
I organised and did the PR on that reading!
Hahaha!
Some people just didn't want a Fenian to get the job.
Why the lies? Iran has no nuclear weapons, the whole world knows that.
mewing cat peers in the window morning dew
Latest poetry book booty.
In the People's Park in Dún Laoghaire today, drawing by Niamh.
I got a book of Giuseppe Ungaretti's poems recently. Previous owner had hand written one of the poems, here it is.
Current state of bedside books .
Starmer is destroying Labour. He is blind and deaf, and has no time for Labour's traditional base. A man without any principles.
Starmer is blind and deaf. Into the bargain, he is devoid of principles and vision. Nye Bevan is turning in his grave.
Poem by Wendy Pratt.
Poem by Wendy Pratt.
Dear USA, please remove the fucker sooner rather than later.
A snow song for my New York City friends.
I hear a sound reflecting slowly
sweet music of the morning lark
and on fifth avenue
the wind it gripped us without mercy
and in our lives it leaves a mark
sweet blessings on the day
we grabbed our coats and made our way
to discover snow in central park