Oh... my play was for class, so it's pretty terrible. Originally, it was about a guy, a girl and a ninja. The ninja proved too much trouble, especially as I wanted to keep it's gender a secret, so I ended up cutting ninja and replacing him/her with an Asian guy. So now it's a guy, a girl and another guy. Ummm... yeah.
when I'm reclusive, I'll sit at the centre
of my own remote pantheon
which is more ring of salt
than apotheosis
here the impassive coffee mug
of jaundice; there a barren trellis
'gainst the wall, slowly wheezing
in the company
of equidistant ashtrays
whose grooves tell quite a story
and all around there are
the tokens of nostalgia: cuttings
and the like,... Read More
Anna Karina is a honey, by the way. Reminds me of a girl I like, who is into Godard big time and relates to Anna Karenina and just about any dark-haired European woman with a fringe.
Nobody could want to admit
the sensation of youthfulness
does not blossom for the efforts
of any wild scene
or paganistic fun
but does rather come and go
a fever, ephemeral
until the generation's immune
and the feeling moves on down
and
nobody could want to admit
a forlorn majority have acted
on principle throughout their lives
with little or... Read More
I think all poets have a flower in them, you just have to find the right one. I'm probably a dandelion or something.
The kissing thing is just very British and modern, isn't it? Most other cultures are quite free with the smooches. I never hug or kiss my Dad, haven't done since I was a toddler; he's just a very self-involved man, I guess.
I got a few Rudolf Steiner books about the angelic heirarchies, a book called 'Closely Observed Trains' by Bohumil Hrubal, one called 'Rock Crystal' by one of my heroes, Adalbert Stifter, a copy of the Bhagavad Gita, and an English/Gypsy - Gypsy/English dictionary
lol, its funny, ever since i went live on sg i keep getting that i look like her.
i have not seen her films (although i have seen her pictures and she is quite lovely), what would you recommend?
and more of my work is here-
jevousenprie.deviantart.com (you have to click to browse the full gallery...there's a lot..i really can't wait until next year, my technique will improve so much in the program i will take then...)
ohhh vincent gallo! my friend met him last year (quite a funny story at that)
i feel lame telling you where i study, seeing as you are in oxford...and nothing really compares to that. ^__~
i go here-
www.evergreen.edu
and i study art...although now im studying to go to china....(wanted to try something different for a change)
i hope to go to graduate school in europe...and pursue cinematography.
also...
you have no idea how nice it is to find another rimbaud fan....i've been obsessed with his work ever since i stumbled upon a season in hell...
hey dude...sorry i won't see you in England. I didn't know your country well enough to know that you were far from both cities. I've been to the UK twice before but this is my first time playing shows there. last time i was there i also got stranded by the crappy bus system and twisted my ankle...hopefully this trip will be more successful and less injurious. if you have any recommendations for london i'll take 'em.
i'm glad you like my photos. i shot black and white in college. i just picked up the camera this year for fun and i'm enjoying getting into color. it's nice to have one medium that you do totally for fun and have no expectations of yourself.
glad you liked the Gainesville poem. sad, true, and sad again. i've enjoyed your writing as well, friend.
hey dude. happy new year. are you anywhere near either london or birmingham? i'm coming over there next week. playing london on 1/12, and b'ham on 1/13.
hope you had a good new years fella.
Should I consider it a bad omen
that I want to see you again soon
because I can't remember your face?
I should, without a doubt
Should you consider it a bad omen
that this cowardly philosopher
another non-stranger whom you'll
probably never engage with
outside of the anecdotes shared
through a typical drug-themed courtship
has actually taken the time to record
his misgivings,... Read More
Wow - I'm delighted you gave me that link; now I finally know what a nightingale sounds like The net's a good tool; I'm just not keen on hanging out here.
My friends have been dropping like flies on here for about a year.
Hehe. Well, it's creepy in the same sense that women sometimes imagine the whole course of a relationship with a dude they've just met, while talking to him at a party. But it's not like a leering, lecherous creepy, just a subtle weird-vibe kinda creepy.
Ah, I have pre ordered the dvd. I like to watch films like that in my little hole I call home! Something escapist about wrapping up under a cover with some tea that takes me back to childhood memories.
Thanks for your comments, nice to hear I've been more concise, something I've been working on.
The death of magic - yes indeed! You could put it that way. Traditionally I think our twenties was the time for us to get to grips with our independence, see what's out there and stuff, before deciding on a career and settling with a family and stuff around the age I am now. It was traditionally the time to be a journeyman. In theory, I should now be a master of whatever I'm destined to do with my life. And, actually, I am feeling my art and poetry cohere.
I think we mean different things by 'peace'. I don't see peace as a kind of 'end' or 'rest' or anything; I think true peace comes in the midst of hard work, you know? Is that anything like what you meant?
It is an optimistic parting of the fog, yes. But I'm still in a quandary over what to do about Ian's patronage. If I may compare him to you - you politely ask me for contributions to Bouville, and I'm very pleased to oblige, though I always feel I'm doing it more for the sake of yourself and the others than for me, trying to, you know, be encouraging and stuff. Ian is more grabbing. And I don't hear from him anything like as much as I hear from you, which is alarming in light of how much he's made out of what I've given him. I haven't had a conversation with him (by mail, phone or in person) since the day he came round back in the summer to photograph all the drawings he used in the film. In the meantime he's made The Quarry and put it on youtube, made a shorter film of just my drawings, put it on youtube and called it 'Iain Hunter', large as life, spoken about me in the Dunfermline Press (which is actually quite a prestigious paper as local papers go - it's won UK-wide awards), and now this article, with my pictures, in the Fife and Kinross Extra, which shit-loads of people will see, including, probably, half the folk I went to school with and stuff. I send him e-mails and he takes ages to get back to me, and when he does he doesn't even answer my questions or respond to anything I spoke about; he just says "How's it going? What are you up to?" In short, he has become more of a 'distant patron' than a friend. And that's just shit. He's begun to feel like the kind of guy who would steal your clothes after swimming in school, so that that everyone sees you naked. I'm dramatically more exposed than I was prepared for, and I wasn't even given a chance to prepare.
I still don't know about success and fame and money and stuff. I feel like I've been connected to earth by a thread since I was 20 or so, and I'm frightened to gain the weight that would bring me down to earth again, I have a kind of spiritual/religious fear of such a sullying. I think it'll happen, though, whether I like it or not; so I might as well go with the flow, right?
toronto.. well its a really big city with a lot of different types of people in it. i think the reason why some people love it and some hate it is because if you go there without anyone to at least give you tips on where to go, or take you around, then the likelihood that you'll find something fun to do is pretty low.
generally speaking, strangers on the street are not very helpful.. they can be more rude than anything.
BUT if you find the right party/bar to go to, then you will have a blast.
i think montreal is the best city in canada. the people are super cool and helpful, there is always dancing and good music- and everyone you meet is either an artist or a DJ. plus it's known for its strip joints, of which there are a plethora.
You are a nerd, nerd-boy; you couldn't be more closet nerdy if you had a secret collection of pen-holders and NHS specs
I browsed House O Sucre - it's okay, not much my cuppa. I was weaned on comics so I'm pretty au fait with the many styles of expression; House of Sugar thus seemed a bit 15-years-ago to me. But whatever keeps you ticking old boy
I hate the computer too much to make the most of things like stumbleupon
Increased number of things you own= Increased self-esteem.