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Tincle is an Etruscan tintinnabulum, sometimes depicting scenes of carding wool!

Round about the cardon
Like the tethered Bears.
One step. Two step.
Tincele Uni Vers.*

*[Etr. "The glory of Tin is Uni (is) Fire."]

Elvis is the king that wears the jumpsuit.

Got a sweet potato on the go in the microwave and it just made a noise like when a dog gets its foot shut in a car door.

A saluki?!

Biffo's loathsome nephews Cuddly and Dudley gasp in horror at some unseen menace that has appeared after what the caption ominously calls a "pit-stop" in scare quotes. CUDDLY AND DUDLEY: Gasp! Oh, no!

Beano #1911, March 3, 1979

Dig a deep mine
and chuck in a crust
to waken and nourish the dead.

The Etruscan Herakles was called Hercle—but the Etruscan Hera's name was Uni, so Uncle would have made more sense.

One hump or two?

The Unstudied Student,
chlamys and pig-swill breeks,
learning to stumble
under the wryneck trees.
I know my onions;
I know my leeks.
Stow'd in a bundle:
stale bread and cheese.

"In a sense he will not die.”
“In a poor sense,” said Teresa, “as he will not be alive.”

Pudding was banging!

I did a couple of tuberous songs (Sweet Potato & Jacket Potato) so they were strangely impressed.

I've arrived at my weird supper club gig. Here's the menu...
I feel very out of place
but I intend to stuff my face.

On the fiddle.

Indeed! I also like Bart Valve...

Doing a set at this supper club. The theme is Spring (hope, positivity, &c.)—but my songs are about fishy smells, armpits, potatoes, indigestible cheese, and having a Bad time...
Tickets are £45, otherwise I'd hope to see you there!

Appeal not to Kantian intuitions of space & time, but to Bergsonian insight. Train yourselves, like Matiushin, to see with the occiput.

The Arts Council was good in them days...

Another workshop in the same festival was with Billy Jenkins. This involved us putting on boxing gear and punching each other in the face for a minute before sparring musically while the blood pounded in our ears.

Indeed! A guitar workshop where half the attendees were A Band members. I took my bowed Fire Exit sign, which Hans loved! He made everyone duet with me. At the end, a teenage lad asked what pedals he used w the daxophone. "I use only the wolume pedal."

You, yes you, will be happy to hear that I did have some pancakes yesterday and this morning.

Why, thank you!!

Simple black-and-white line drawings of six things - fish, naked woman, pacifier, caterpillar, cow, train - are recursively combined into one meta-object in a descending funnel-shaped diagram. Each object is labelled in French, and the words are also combined. Poisson, pucelle, suçon, chenille, cache, machine becomes "Poisucevamachenille."

Every so often I'm reminded of this drawing by Antonin Artaud, made while interned at a psychiatric hospital. It appears unattributed in a book on schizophrenia by psychoanalyst Silvano Arieti, illustrating the unique hyper logic of the schizophrenic mind.

I love this so much.

More precisely,

Sydenham lies on this line... apparently

Or draw a line twixt Brom & Bick.

That'd be the Brom ley.

On the rare occasions I've tried mindfulness, all I've been mindful of is just how many aches & pains I'm usually not mindful of.

np. Fab stuff!