song of the week

...is Stereo by Pavement on the awesome and recently re-released Brighten the Corners. The link is a video so you can see Stephen "dreampiece" Malkmus sticking gum to a rock.

 Technically this is my song of every week, it's basically got everything a favourite song should have, plus dancing to Stereo is scientifically proven to make you as happy as pictured. (My bud  Karl and I did an experiment.)

belmondo, mon amour

dog

"she's dead, wrapped in plastic"

colour palette

song of the week

Without talking on and on/ wanking off for too long about Deerhunter like the Pitchfork-reading indie schmoozer I am at heart, just thought I'd give a quick mention to  this track  from the upcoming Rainwater Cassette Exchange Ep, I have been listening to it non-stop whilst working this week and I think it's rather lovely. 

The End

R

who let the blogs out?

the delinquent goes to the pub

Dear fellow Londoners...

Issue 8 of The Delinquent (featuring two poems of mine published for the first time) is available on Tuesday 21st and 28th at the Cross Keys pub near Tottenham Court Road tube from 5.30-7pm. For 3 squids.

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So put your best foot forward and come along, be literary and get pissed.

It will also be available online at some point...

R

the waiting-for-the-postman blues

all the usuals...the insides of envelopes, triangles, broken camera...

eno as a medium

to

sa

y

ou

had 

forgo

t

ten:

you

at

e

you

r

me

at

raw

i

was

there

so 

we

re

u

an

d

u

and

m

e

an

d

we

for-

ne

ver

a

go

forest

the emperor

the fall

the sun snuck up

 

 

on the last

                                                                    morning

 

 

      and burnt us

                                                                             inside out

 

 

                                                         old songs

4 year 

 

 

                                                                as leaves filled the room-

 

 

              and we hid

 

                                                       ourselves

                    from

                                                       each other

 

 

 

                              - beneath them

it was dark when we met...

his jaw
was made of
lanterns
 
and i presumed
he was born
like that
 
so i said;
nothing