Sunday, July 20, 2014

Hot 'n sticky 'n sultry here & maybe with you too - so why not fill the ears with this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crmCSnPxWAo

Perfect.

(Ian Carr's Nucleus outfit. My most recent 'just discovered'.)

Wednesday, July 09, 2014



One of those delicious rainy Belgian July days (I say this without irony). On such a day you feel justified in indulging whatever whim in reading & listening & writing as the rain hammers on the Velux.

This morning I'm coming over all Fitzgeraldian. It's as if someone has taken a toy from my childhood, dropped it & stamped on it for good measure. Like many schoolboys of my generation I grew up worshipping the name Pele and all Brazil stood for in terms of football. The players seemed to float across the pitch - wasn't there a theory that practising on the beaches meant that grass surfaces gave them that 'bounce'? I remember watching That Save by Gordon Banks in Mexico '70 and those many free kick wizardries. And yet right now it all seems to be ... in tatters.

7:1. It is hard to believe. & yet perhaps a good thing. Perhaps now there'll be a realisation that great teams are not about one or two individuals (think Rooney & England, too). Perhaps the media will lay off building up individuals before they've proved their merits on the pitch (I can't remember a single advertisement involving a member of the German team & yet what a performance - as a group & individually). Perhaps people will begin to join the dots & see how the professionalisation of  football works not just in bridging social inequalities but reinforcing them too.

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Meejuh gossip update:

Jack off over Samantha threatens BBC 

(sense of humour by-pass concerning gags on the National Treasure radio programme I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue which the current host Jack Dee has described (correctly & succinctly) as "pathetic")


Thursday, June 19, 2014

... someone called Rooney seems to have scored ...
I've just discovered a whole new world of amusement - deliberately not watching the England game on television but reading the live feeds from the BBC, Independent, etc..

Here's one a minute ago -

9.29pm BST
73 mins: A Uruguayan sticks the ball out of play, and the Spanish-speaking referee gives them the throw-in.

how lovely to see such utterly unprejudiced commentary.

Must get back to see - sorry, read - whether I've missed anything ...

Sunday, June 15, 2014


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Yes, things have been rather quiet on the Blog front for some weeks now - even more so when it comes to poetry. Which rather gives the impression that nothing's been going on when, in fact, behind the scenes, I've been spending many happy hours reacquainting myself with the works of Clark Coolidge. 

I'd forgotten quite how many of his books I'd assembled over the past ten years or so, always in the hope (belief) that one day I'd have the time to really get a sense of his writing, to get past the forbidding reputation that seems to have been erected around his name. 

Reading Tim Atkins' Horace in late April sent me back to the shelves to take down the Coolidge volumes & as I reread his pages on Kerouac all sorts of things started to come into focus. I decided to send an e-mail to Tom Orange who's published some essays online about CC & we had a very enlightening (for me) exchange for a week or so. Rapidly Coolidge has moved from a rather remote satellite in my poetic universe to one of the (for now) key suns exerting gravity on just about everything. 

So it's no great surprise to discover his friendship & collaboration with Philip Guston an artist that I spent a lot of time thinking about back in the late 1980s. Had I only - then - been able to make the jump from the canvas to the page many things might have been different. 

On Friday I went to the local Post Office to pick up the copy of Baffling Means that had taken a good three weeks to travel across the Atlantic. At 38 dollars from Alibris it was affordable (certainly compared to other price listings) but no one had mentioned the tax I'd have to pay for customs (a stinging 22 euros). Oof! 

No matter. It's a handsome volume published by - I think I am right in saying - Peter Gizzi's o-blek (can't do the proper characters in Blogger) editions. There are pages of CC's poetry interspersed with Guston pen & ink drawings which incorporate further texts & lines. It's fascinating & very revealing about CC's poetics (some of the texts seem to be from the Journal featured in the Michael Palmer anthology). The sort of book I'd love to show Jeremy Paxman as a way of proving what poetry is & can be. 

"A sentence is a collapse.
Time on itself. Lands. To resurface
and stun in."

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Tuesday, June 10, 2014


& the name of that peculiar cloud formation? Asperatus undulatus it seems - the Cloud Appreciation Society are lobbying for it to be added to the current classifications given a number of recent sightings.

I knew it was unusual.

Monday, June 09, 2014






















some strange cloud formations overhead right now ... a storm brewing I'll be bound
Rik Mayall? Really?

We young ones feel a lot older suddenly.