couldnt agree more....

... Il est dangereux d’avoir raison dans des choses où des hommes accrédités ont tort.

or

... It is dangerous to be right in matters where established men are wrong.

experiment one.... of many.

rhyme as you go..... volume ii

taking apart my heart i found a smile,
and in a while i'll give it back,
then you can replace your sweet face in me.
then you'll see me again from the inside,
you'll know how i beat and how your feet,
run through my mind in double time,
my thoughts are on you and all you do,
all you see and all you touch.
thank you very much.

Ian Curtis was certainly a tormented soul

i have been reading Touching from a Distance by Deborah Curtis.

i would reccomend any Joy Divison fan or infact anyone, to read it.

its the book that Control was based on. here is the trailer...

When the routine bites hard

And ambitions are low

And the resentment rides high

But emotions wont grow

And were changing our ways,

Taking different roads

Then love, love will tear us apart again

Why is the bedroom so cold

Turned away on your side?

Is my timing that flawed,

Our respect run so dry?

Yet theres still this appeal

That weve kept through our lives

Love, love will tear us apart again

Do you cry out in your sleep

All my failings exposed?

Get a taste in my mouth

As desperation takes hold

Is it something so good

Just cant function no more?

When love, love will tear us apart again

is this the best song ever?

debate?

deceit can be great

this is it my friends,
'tally ho' and 'goodbye',
'you're off you're fucking head' you said,
but i dont know why?
'i'm not' i replied,
i dont know why, i lied,
deceit seemed like a good way to go,
i doubt i'll ever know,
i dont know why.

the blanket truth

What is living?
Living is forgiving,
Forgiving for an existence,
With or without persistence,
Trying and denying,
Birth, then dying,
We are all trapped.
By what?
By life?
By strife?
Struggling to understand,
What we can’t comprehend,
What slips through our hands?
What is, or is not sand?
Creating the profound,
Letting the profound create itself,
What is our health?
And what is healthy?
Is it the air from the sea?
The sting from a bee?
The caffeine in coffee?
I doubt it.
We are all part of the blanket.

the london fog

this was in the metro this morning.

its pretty impressive i think.

picature

this is painting/illustration i did for a fashion class at college once.

its based on the Bayeux Tapestry. sort of.

i did it on a role of wallpaper.

you should be able to click on this to expand into a new window. but it aint.

i know not why.

...back now

it has been a while since my last post. you can look at the dates for proof of this. no real reason why i have not posted. i just aint.

i have mostly been listening to tom brosseau.
he is on myspace.

and my are not the same

i wrote this yesterday.
its a sort of poem, sort of...

My pain and my suffering are not the same as your suffering or your pain.
We are different people; we have different emotions, different looks, different fears and different loves.
Yet somehow we are the same.
We all breathe and live under the same sun and moon.
Every one of us appreciates beauty, however ugly it may be.
The fact that we even survive in our hostile world is enough to secure such a similarity.
We strive to find a peace, but we might search in ways that are at such poles with each other they can never match.
You may like red, and I may like blue.
You may like sun, and I may like moon.
I like rise and you like fall.
You like big and I like small.
We are all the same, and we are all completely different.

heima: a film by sigur ros

i got my copy of heima through the post today. i havent watched it yet. i really cant wait, i might watch it in a minute or two?

i got a nice limited edition version with a lovely looking book of photos from the tour.

The world and its people

me exhibition init! woooo, at last!!

The world and its people aren’t really made of wood but if they were they would probably look like this – BYRICHaRD 07


This is a piece of art made from wood.
The point of it is too look colourful and to be a bit interesting to look at.
I could give you a huge deep and meaningful explanation of representation and such, but it would all be a lie. Lets be honest, this is what most artist do. Im not most artists. I‘m not trying to say im better than them, I just don’t B.S my way through the ‘scene’.
I want people to enjoy something simply because it looks pleasing to the eye. If you want it to mean something, then wonderful, but to me it is just some coloured wood stacked on top of each other and stuck in a corner.
I had a lot of fun mixing the colours, and I found it satisfying applying the paint. I used a few nails too. See if you can spot them.

bugger (just a little joke)

I made some burgers.
Some are hearts, some are stars, one is a bird.
I also made some chips.
It was served with peas.
It was like a party in my mouth and everyone was invited.
Yuh-ummmm!

im off.....

I have decided to become a famous poet.
Here is a poem to prove my worth -

I like to live,
Today,
An amazing lunch I had,
Wowza.

Its free verse, and its still in progress. Obviously I need to sand down the edges and give it bit of a buff, but I think im on to something huge.

Tomorrow I am seeing some dinosaurs and some iclandic folk.
I will be meeting Lisa in the national history museum, then we will be off to watch those icy rocking chaps jakobínarína.

early birds get worms...

ive driven to work. its nice an early and i feel fresh like a daisy in springtime.

i have my tea (a ginger and lemon infusion) and i have my tunes (mew).

im staying at lisas house this week. my own home is being rewired this week. its an oldish house - about 40 years i think - and has the original rubber wires. my dad thinks we should change them all. i dont know, but i assume he knows what he is talking about.

good times ahead i think.

eurgh, my tea is cold already!!

David Shrigley is funny.

la poem

nightmares fill your head,
with dread,
simply,
have sweet dreams instead.




(p.s im hungry)
xx

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last night was really good fun. thanks to all you lot who did the fun stuff.

wood and paint and fun

im building a sculpture to be displayed in the south gallery on camden road in sunny tunnt wells. its a clothes shop, but on the third floor there is some nice space.

i will be using this.....and this....

i will be using some other colours. also i wont be using that bit of wood. these are just examples.....

more details soonish.

crane bug millions and tuborg.

so the other day this crane fell on a hotel. it was the same hotel i stayed in about a week before, and it landed almost right on top of the room i was in.

also, i got stung in the eye by some bastard bug.

oh, and i have taste of millionaire shortbread in my mouth.

erm.... I'm going to wireless on Saturday. that should be good. i cant wait to see daft punk, css, and lcd soundsystem. its going to be hot stuff!!!