May 2011
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Chris Goode on Freedom, Queerness & Political...
“(I’m going to be preachy for a moment, so feel free to pretend I’m pretending.) None of us get to “just” live. We live utterly, inextricably dependent on others: not only dependent as in needing their cooperation and support, but dependent as in, we live at their expense. (This perception, for me, is the first and foremost distinction between democratic socialism and...
May 21st
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He stood at the coal-face like Hamlet and struck a match.  “Strange tenancy for ghosts of universal disfigurement.”  Splintering his crystal he married the fire became his ghost (with appropriate mists the arrogant say Parsifal his final meteoric breakfast of green light (Barry MacSweeney, from Brother Wolf, Turret Books, London 1972)
May 19th
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May 19th
Love is not Love that Alters when Ripped of its...
I have been skilfully avoiding prose, you’ll have noticed the sparse prosecount of the last many months.  Sitting atop the horse of my world, surveying the lands beneath.  England pulls out of Iraq.  Policemen and politicians publicly fail to speak intelligently about rape.  Women are publicly accused of having had sex.  I think about inhabiting mythical characters and why I can’t,...
May 18th
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May 18th
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P A T R O N I S E M E H A R D E R
[Female narrates] J-Lo’s behind, step aside. There’s a new bum in town that everyone’s talking about. Pippa Middleton’s. And THIS is the moment, it all began. Yes while many were focused on Kate’s dress, this shot of P-Middy’s derrière has now made her one of the most eligible women in the country. And it’s spawned its own Facebook group, the Pippa Middleton Ass Appreciation Society, own...
May 18th
May 15th
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Bad Press: Ris'n →
Untitled Colossal Parlour Odes Hot off the Bad Press, 4 poems / 4 poets.  MM: I do not know how to make a poetic thought.  LR: eating the remnants of New British Poetry […] will go blind / and recite the best poems to my children in the dark. SR: I like having art poured into me wide-eyed.  JS: the dawn will come and the banks will open / and the homeless will be forced to start their lies...
May 15th
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