Tristan Hazell: Secrets of magic: God comes to a child in a dream.
Click here: Tristan Hazell: Secrets of magic: God comes to a child in a dream.: "Visiting a childrens cancer ward in my capacity as poet I knelt beside a bald headed child studiously writing tongue out deep in concentrati..."
Monday, 27 September 2010
Sunday, 26 September 2010
Anne Pigalle.
Check out Anne's website: http:// www.annepigalle.com/ Anne is on my list of people to see before I get much older.
Jan Nieupjur: Notting Hill personality of the year?
Please vote for Jan.... It will save the lives of millions of babies, make you beautiful and other things like that probably.
Jan has been nominated for this award as a result of his tireless campaigning against the Notting Hill promise of coke fuelled vacuity. Go here, click the button, make a difference: http://www.mynottinghill.co.uk/article/vote09
In the bottom box you need to write: Jan Nieupjur. Pre-Pentimento.
thank you
Jan has been nominated for this award as a result of his tireless campaigning against the Notting Hill promise of coke fuelled vacuity. Go here, click the button, make a difference: http://www.mynottinghill.co.uk/article/vote09
In the bottom box you need to write: Jan Nieupjur. Pre-Pentimento.
thank you
Saturday, 25 September 2010
Crapsurf report from Sennen cove
Ain't the interweb amazing! I will now be showing the Crapsurf video reports live on this blog.
Jan, dripping and Crapsurfer.
Jan called round this morning. I awoke to find him nervously eyeing the vacuum cleaner.
Neither of us was inclined to switch it on.
I made him breakfast... Hamburger, egg, sauteed potatoes all cooked in beef dripping. Traditionally this ensemble requires baked beans but neither of us could be arsed to go downstairs to the shop so we did without. Jan said:
'Apparently there are millions of unfortunate people in this country who do not have a corner shop underneath them. How sad'.
He went on to thank me for the splendid meal; the likes of which the politically correct will never taste. Poor fools.
I do sense however that beneath his veneer of jocularity Jan is not feeling well today. He is after all very old and should be taking things easy.
Today I became a Crapsurfer. http://www.crapsurfer.com/
By the way. If you don't know how to spell a word just put a capital letter on it and the Spellcheck thing will leave you alone.
Neither of us was inclined to switch it on.
I made him breakfast... Hamburger, egg, sauteed potatoes all cooked in beef dripping. Traditionally this ensemble requires baked beans but neither of us could be arsed to go downstairs to the shop so we did without. Jan said:
'Apparently there are millions of unfortunate people in this country who do not have a corner shop underneath them. How sad'.
He went on to thank me for the splendid meal; the likes of which the politically correct will never taste. Poor fools.
I do sense however that beneath his veneer of jocularity Jan is not feeling well today. He is after all very old and should be taking things easy.
Today I became a Crapsurfer. http://www.crapsurfer.com/
By the way. If you don't know how to spell a word just put a capital letter on it and the Spellcheck thing will leave you alone.
Cobden crap. Taurus Trakker plus the POWA at the Inn on the Green.
No Joseph. that is not how to do it! you have to become a rock star before you start behaving like one.
I don't normally do negative reviews; they are mean and unnecessary, I usually just don't mention crap acts and arseholes..... Until today! And this is not about Joseph Dean Osgood it is about the Cobden Club!
I pitched up at the Cobden last night to see Joseph perform at his album launch, now remind me, what is an album launch? Oh yes! It is a marketing device for a record company and it's product.... Joseph is the product. what do I do? I review stuff, not many readers but a few thousand all the same. I had let Joseph know that i would like to turn up and that I'd puff it.
Neither the Idiot goon in the silly hat, nor the raddled ex rock chick at the Cobden would let me through and then asked me for a fiver to get in! I would have happily paid full price Joseph but I was insulted by the five pound thing. The fact is that the Cobden has had it's very short day! I shall not go back there and will not miss it and its stupid pretensions.... The cobden WAS a working men's club once upon a time. Now it is just full of Wankers.
As I told them.... I'll go and review something else.
I went to the Inn on the Green to see some friends perform and to see a band called Taurus Trakker... Brilliant, free, good fun, cheap beer, good people, many surprises including Murray Lachlan young turning up (we shouted at each other about filming poetry during some loud rock n roll). Roger Pomphrey (the POWA( silly name)) is a pretty mean guitarist, Kevin Petillo on drums (a rare example of a very good American) looks just like Side Show Bob would look like if playing drums and the bass player Herman (I met him at Port Eliot when he was playing with Bess Cavendish) is the coolest dude I've ever seen, when I die I'm coming back as a tall thin black guy with long dreads and a bass guitar, bet I get lots of girls!
Made some new friends (hi Tracy, remember me!(she is cute)) and am resolved to go back to the Inn on the Green soon... I hadn't been since Howard Marks Bored me to tears there years ago!
So anyway. Long thing short.... Cobden; pretentious, awkwardly placed, idiots in the lobby, over the hill and rubbish.... Inn on the Green; great place, atmosphere and well worth going to!
Joseph Dean Osgood? didn't get to see him perform so I have no Idea how it was.... You decide.
I'll decide about the Cobden! SHIT!
I don't normally do negative reviews; they are mean and unnecessary, I usually just don't mention crap acts and arseholes..... Until today! And this is not about Joseph Dean Osgood it is about the Cobden Club!
I pitched up at the Cobden last night to see Joseph perform at his album launch, now remind me, what is an album launch? Oh yes! It is a marketing device for a record company and it's product.... Joseph is the product. what do I do? I review stuff, not many readers but a few thousand all the same. I had let Joseph know that i would like to turn up and that I'd puff it.
Neither the Idiot goon in the silly hat, nor the raddled ex rock chick at the Cobden would let me through and then asked me for a fiver to get in! I would have happily paid full price Joseph but I was insulted by the five pound thing. The fact is that the Cobden has had it's very short day! I shall not go back there and will not miss it and its stupid pretensions.... The cobden WAS a working men's club once upon a time. Now it is just full of Wankers.
As I told them.... I'll go and review something else.
I went to the Inn on the Green to see some friends perform and to see a band called Taurus Trakker... Brilliant, free, good fun, cheap beer, good people, many surprises including Murray Lachlan young turning up (we shouted at each other about filming poetry during some loud rock n roll). Roger Pomphrey (the POWA( silly name)) is a pretty mean guitarist, Kevin Petillo on drums (a rare example of a very good American) looks just like Side Show Bob would look like if playing drums and the bass player Herman (I met him at Port Eliot when he was playing with Bess Cavendish) is the coolest dude I've ever seen, when I die I'm coming back as a tall thin black guy with long dreads and a bass guitar, bet I get lots of girls!
Made some new friends (hi Tracy, remember me!(she is cute)) and am resolved to go back to the Inn on the Green soon... I hadn't been since Howard Marks Bored me to tears there years ago!
So anyway. Long thing short.... Cobden; pretentious, awkwardly placed, idiots in the lobby, over the hill and rubbish.... Inn on the Green; great place, atmosphere and well worth going to!
Joseph Dean Osgood? didn't get to see him perform so I have no Idea how it was.... You decide.
I'll decide about the Cobden! SHIT!
Friday, 24 September 2010
Taurus Trakker and the POWA at the Inn on the Green. W11.
It is going to be a busy evening; I have to go to this... Kevin Petillo (single handedly makes Americans alright) and Roger Pomphrey are in the POWA. Come along and check it out!
Bonkers but brilliant!
You can watch it here:
http://vimeo.com/14007130
http://vimeo.com/14007130
 | Richard Wilson with Anne Bean & Miyako Narita- In a Crumbling fort that no one visits http://vimeo.com/14007130 About this video: "Richard Wilson, William Raban and David Cunningham are part of ninety collaborators that have been commissioned by Matt's Gallery, London, to contribute a film to TAPS: Improvisations with Paul Burwell. TAPS will be taking place at Dilston Grove, Southwark Park, London on 17th, 18th and 19th of September, 2010. "Paul and I once journeyed 22 hours from Lowerstoft to London in his boat, stopping for a rest at the Red Sands Forts. He spoke excitedly about the possibilities of sounds and explosive actions performed at this remote spot 6 miles out at sea". Paul Burwell was infamous for his exuberant fusions of fine-art installation, percussion and explosive performance. He was a staunch advocate of, and passionate participant in, all forms of experimental art. TAPS: Improvisations with Paul Burwell, realised by Anne Bean, Robin Klassnik and Richard Wilson embodies his prolific practice. Over the course of three days TAPS will combine film, installation and performance, portraying layers of interpretation from more than 80 invited collaborators, in response to Burwell's poem 'Adventures in the House of Memory'. The poem arose from improvisations by Anne Bean and Paul Burwell in preparation for William Burroughs's Final Academy at Ritzy, London in 1982, where improvised words were written on huge sheets of flash paper which were ignited as they were sung. The poem was the last recorded Burwell work two months before he died in 2007. The body of collaborators have responded to the poem by each creating a short film or audio work as a new collaboration for, about or 'with' Burwell. Fragments of each collaborator's film or audio work, now make a collective totem in a two screen, one hour composite film interpreted and edited by Anne Bean and Chris Bishop. This resulting work resonates with the poem's innate episodic chronicles, as slivers interleaf together, and runs continuously throughout each day. The film is shown as part of a screen installation constructed by Richard Wilson. By adding its own sounds and actions, this structure becomes a part player in the final act of the last evening, during a performance by Ansuman Biswas. Live performances form another layer of exploration, echoing the sense of inter-connectivity created by the installation. Each performer encompasses a practice that reflects the context and ethos in which Burwell worked, improvising within the framework of the poem, film, installation and space at Dilston Grove. The performances will take place at various times during the event. A publication with an essay by David Toop and drawings by Paul McCarthy, published by Matt's Gallery, will be available free to visitors throughout the event. TAPS is supported by a Legacy: Thinker in Residence Award to Anne Bean. Legacy is a collaboration between the Live Art Development Agency and Tate Research, financially assisted by Arts Council England and the Live Art Development Agency. Legacy acknowledges the outstanding bodies of work of two artists who have influenced the development of the Live Art field by supporting them to think about the legacies of performance in art historical contexts and examine the processes and challenges of archiving live work. The Legacy recipients are Anne Bean and Tim Etchells. Further information thisisliveart.co.uk/ Anne Bean is an Artsadmin artist. For further information or visual material please contact Matilda Strang at Matt's Gallery - E info@mattsgallery.org, T (020) 8983 1771" |
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Gratuitous photograph of woman's chest, Medium Rare and poetry.
I was at the Tabernacle last night for 'Medium Rare' and saw this t shirt which just screamed to be photographed so I plucked up some courage and asked: 'Please may I photograph your chest'? The young lady in the shirt told me all about it but I've forgotten the details... Never mind.
Auteur David Petch came over yesterday with his magic camera; we filmed a few poems at the Cow... hopefully they will be up on youtube soon!
Thursday, 23 September 2010
Clash.Toby Mott. Medium Rare.
LOUD FLASH, BRITISH PUNK ON PAPER, THE MOTT COLLECTION 24 September – 30 October 2010.
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