#3

October 21, 2012

#2

October 21, 2012

Northland tripping for c4

October 21, 2012

October 2, 2012

K 3>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

September 27, 2012

Brunovsky

Head feels a bit like this right now, but kook 3 will launch online Monday sharp.

September 13, 2012

Deux

September 13, 2012

Joy

Hobo Surf Signs - always use chalk

August 29, 2012

The new kook drops next week... you heard it here first...

The gulf of tomorrow's time

August 28, 2012

In the breach left by stripling aggregate

A maw, grinning ghastly, yawns

Upturned the lick that, dodged, retreats

With an audible smack fed

Dribbled delusions of safe harbour

Gone*

Any port in tomorrow’s storm

Of spermicide droplets

For there is form in the fog

Appreciable destiny in the collide

A whispering lament

Of apathy, sweet apathy

And children unborn

*You are a triangle, torn through the mouth of a square, something fantastic beyond mortal comprehension. You have no equal, for you do not exist anywhere but my heart. There you remain forever, undeveloped, immaculate.

August 20, 2012

Mjsty

August 20, 2012

Songs

Blueblack Supermoon Girl - Paper walls - When I never see you again - T. Duncan - Contact high - Tiger Now - Hej! Hej!

It's good to play and record some music again and work towards the realisation of the EP that has been kicking around my subconscious for a few years. More soon...

One from the Winter

August 17, 2012

Note 12

There was a time when I saw you
In the smoky corners of
Crazy slap rhythm bars
Emerging from the haze
Sashaying between
Groups of fixated men
Like a haze licked dream
And you laugh then, and now
As but the beautiful can
We started to exchange
Glances
Stolen looks across crowded floors
And the doors, Gracey,
The doors we had to open
Just to talk
You shied at my suggestions
And cried unashamedly
When they died
I took you in my arms
and smiled inapproriately at the sky
We moved through the years
The bars became smokier
It was harder to breathe
That stale air
Peacock feathers and cards
The faces always changing
And Gracey laughing at time
The lines, the lines we had to swallow just to ride
You were my prayer, my dream
The luck I had to spend a second at your side
Decades tricked by
All has changed but the notes of fickle laughter
High, clear invitations
To a beautifully private joke
The bars are paved beneath a road, that crazy strip
Over-written
And the laughing days are rarer still
Like a fill was leavened
The cup drunk
All those years of tipping arms, swallowing, exhaling
I find you here, at times, looking out over the busy road
Looking at the past, I think
Then I call to you:
You are not the caged bird, the cage is in your brain
And the corners of your mouth go up, knowing, uncaring
Just plain stubborn in the face of it

I stand alone at the road and watch the cars race by
I do not cry, for you would not approve
Hell runs in the grooves of life
But the heaven we held is ours.

August 7, 2012

The iselmen

Beyond the night
Out where light races
And the dog-driven carts
Burn traces
There are watchers on the road
Shrew-faced with keen minds
sharp pupils
Dog faces, the horse pulled carts
Clatter through dawn's faces
Dull-eyed pacers of the path
Do not slow
From the shrew-cunning watchers
Wrath may flicker
Snicker go the dogs
The horses wicker
The sky burns as the road races
Iselmen in the shadows
Teeth glinting in the gloom
Do not stop
From the tombs come scuttling forms
To paw, gently first
The Iselmen
Horse-headed tarry they
Blunt molars grinding
Claws on their fingers
Incisors needle sharp
The cart clatters on
'did you see,' She remarks
'in the shadows, something glint?'
Her companion squints
Shakes his head
Behind,
the unheard hissing of the dead

*peacock plant

July 24, 2012

This weekend I'm going to revisit a series of small experiments started in 'The Wildering.' The goal is to experience and report on the comfort (the feeling of being an animal in a natural environment) and discomfort (being separated from wildness by many resistant layers) that is generally unfelt in nature.

Samsara Interruptus - II

July 17, 2012

Life two - The Orangutan

Fleapicking family sample canopes
Tree to tree orange nearmen swoop
An elevated life
Mid-scratch
Whipcrack the bullet matriarchal strikes
Farewell heart of darkness baby ape -
Hello cage
Eon interred through gilded bars
Boiling point reached
Seize the day the padlock left
Ajar
Gory revenge upon the gaolers
Then free
Family swooping relived in riotous ecstacy
An easy target
Police round from manhattan rooftop
Dying breaths easy - to the jungle brain retreats

This is the second in a series about reincarnation. The first death was a barnacle, reincarnated above as an orangutan. Where to next? All suggestions welcome...