e-hiatus

my undercover work as an internationally reknowned spy requires travelling to 'far-off' and 'exotic' places, so I can't write on this blog at the moment...

ahem, ahem...

Well, not quite - I've just got too much to do - everyday drudgery actually and I am definitely in need of some 'blogging introspection'.

Gotta take the clothes out of the dryer now.

In the meantime, check out this excellent 8 part series: Cultural Criticism and Transformation by bell hooks (the first two videos below). [Lately my youtube 'library' seems to be shrinking by the minute due to copyright violations, so - definitely check this out before it's 'gone'...]





Link as usual via Jimmy H., thanks Jimmy!.

bye for now!

For the creatively inclined...

There’s still about nine days left to contribute to the Carnival for Creative Writing. Just a friendly reminder from your temporary recluse.

I'm not feeling terribly creative... zooey?

I'm not one for poetry much and not really up for writing about much lately either. Thought I would pass on that link.

Music is my poetry - so here are some fine tunes that are always timeless, to cope with the February blahs... Enjoy! If I could write - this is what I would have to say anyways...



A Design For Life lyrics by the Manic Street Preachers

Libraries gave us power
Then work came and made us free
But what price now for a shallow piece of dignity

I wish I had a bottle
Right here in my dirty face to wear the scars
To show from where I came

We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk
And we are not allowed to spend
As we are told that this is the end

A design for life x4

I wish I had a bottle
Right here in my pretty face to wear the scars
To show from where I came

We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk
And we are not allowed to spend
As we are told that this is the end

A design for life x4

We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk
And we are not allowed to spend
As we are told that this is the end

A design for life x4




That's Entertainment by the Jam.

A police car and a screaming siren -
A pneumatic drill and ripped up concrete -
A baby wailing and stray dog howling -
The screech of brakes and lamp light blinking -

That's Entertainment.

A smash of glass and a rumble of boots -
An electric train and a ripped up 'phone booth -
Paint splattered walls and the cry of a tomcat -
Lights going out and a kick in the balls -

That's Entertainment.

Days of speed and slow time Mondays -
Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday -
Watching the news and not eating your tea -
A freezing cold flat and damp on the walls -

That's Entertainment.

Waking up at 6 a.m. on a cool warm morning -
Opening the windows and breathing in petrol -
An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard -
Watching the tele and thinking about your holidays -

That's Entertainment.

Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes -
Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume -
A hot summer's day and sticky black tarmac -
Fedding ducks in the park and wishing you were far away -

That's Entertainment.

Two lovers kissing amongst the scream of midnight -
Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude -
Getting a cab and travelling on buses -
Reading the graffiti about slashed seat affairs -


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Edited to add:
BA HA HA - more Paul Weller at Sour Duck (hillarious - so it really isn't just me, huh?)...

Paging 'S'

Dear S,

So much more...than this...



fitter, healthier and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics




Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.



I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent

This is my final fit, my final bellyache

Love A