Every time I swing on my old leather jacket and leave my dirty, dusty, rough, and battered, beautiful, comfortable, warm little house I hope I’ll see you round about in your pretty dresses, gym gear, or old jeans and raincoat, and I hope your bright eyes and trembling smile, your neat hair, your strong arms,…
I wanna be that thing you do when you’ve nothing else to do. The long walks you take around town. The favourite book you slowly read while sitting in the café. The endless worlds you imagine. I wanna be where you go when you’re lost or alone amidst your twists and turns. The hills you…
That magpie out in the garden there, he’s as strong and fast and sharp as you. He’d kill you. You know that, right? He’d peck out your eyes, rip open your belly with his talons, and dive bomb you to obliteration. You know that, right? He’s every bit as strong and fast and sharp as…
Emma can still hear the notifications from the seclusion of her room. Beep-beep and diddly-oop echoing up through the floor. She left them down there in the kitchen together half an hour ago, as soon…
It always makes him jump when his black melamine dial-phone rings. It usually sits silently in the corner by the front door on its low, round wooden table under his coat that hangs patiently on…
The driving rain was falling sideways, longways, soaking me through and through. But the tarmac beneath my feet looked dry and felt it too. I don’t know if I touched it with my fingertips or…
I know, I know, people pleasing is a bad idea. We hear it a lot don’t we. You have to look after yourself so you’re able to look after others. That is just one example of how it’s framed. And it’s right. Right? You sure? Course it’s right. In this system. In this form of…
If we openly and consistently showed everyone that all the other ways of life are as available (as easy or as hard) to achieve as the mainstream path, and made all the paths clear and obvious to follow towards all potential ways of being, and helped people get to the ways of being we didn’t…
On the face of it, reciprocity seems like a good thing. Get back what you give, or the connection is unfair. And I suppose that’s true. But, that dynamic can become a struggle between people, too. So I’m suggesting something radical. I’m suggesting we all give. All of us. Freely. All the time. Without exception.…
An aVANT-GARDe — – >> alternAtive || electRo \\ jaZz // orcHestral }} pOp mUsic projecT
We play some real instruments, and programme others too. We find things to bang or crush or twist and crumple around about, and we sample them as well. We sometimes make some noises with our mouths.
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Every morning the beautiful birds wake in their roosts to the caretaker’s distant song calling them to gather for breakfast in the feeding area on the eastern side of the huge, ornate aviary. They arrive in ones and twos, and threes and more. Flitting in like magic. Swooping. Hopping. Strutting. Squishing their soft bodies together…
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