WRONG WAY STREET

PA.APP (18)

10/10/2020

The winter is over, here in New Zealand, & it's time once more to get back to work. So much is different since lock down kicked in during my final week of employment back in March. This year there will be none of the familiar European tourists in their recycled Toyota vans. This year it will be Kiwis & maybe some Aussies. It's a chance for people to rediscover their own country and be glad that they're not suffering from the bad government decisions and directives that are still confusing so many other countries. For me, the whole Covid experience has, to some extent, reinforced my misanthropic side as i've found a new kind of peaceful rhythm in the well defined limits of the Tutaki Valley. After many years of feeling somehow cheated out of my connection with the sea and the coast i've now found the same emotions and vibrations can be stirred in the steep and dense bush that surrounds us here. For this i am very grateful, anything that curbs the conflict that has dogged me over the years is a welcome friend!

This edition of PA.APP is all about clearing the decks for the start (for me) of my new year. I've always liked getting things in order, putting them straight & cleaning up any loose ends, but have found this to be an increasingly difficult job with the constant avalanche of information the internet makes available. I'd very much like to change that trend but when you've always loved collecting 'stuff' it's a hard balance to maintain.

It might get random & disconnected, maybe even more so than usual.
<> Thanks for looking in. (PH)

FIRSTLY /// A BIG THANKS to D M Nagu for giving me permission to use his excellent collage art on several of my music projects. This one is the original sleeve image for the recently released NOT NOW EP. (Available HERE)

Matt Weber, Former Taxi Driver and New York Street Photographer
This is a link that feels pretty special; certainly one that i don't want to lose. Exceptional photographs from an exceptional man. CHECK IT OUT HERE

3 wonderfully random photographs that appear on an unrelated sale item on Trade Me
(NZ's version of ebay)

April 1970, Roger Steffens is pictured in Wisconsin, a few months after returning from Vietnam. On experimenting with LSD, Steffens said 'It was a wake-up call. It made me change the way I thought about everything'
(more Roger Steffens HERE)

Another great D M Nagu image, this time from his Death Masks series (MORE HERE)

MALARIA were another of those great innovative bands that appeared in the early 80's. I think they supported my old band THE BOX in Brixton. I remember watching them and being impressed by the possibilities that were opening up. There really weren't that many female bands & MALARIA, for me, were kicking against the old guard in a very positive way, just as THE SLITS had before them. This album is definitely worth hearing.

David Lynch, “Billy (and His Friends) Did Find Sally in the Tree” (2019) mixed media painting 66 x 66 inches; 76 13/16 x 76 7/8 x 5 3/4 inches framed

2/8/20 (draft email to unknown recipient #1)

So here i am, proud like a baby or a dead man, whistling ragged on another morning of grey ambivalence. It’s never the same as it used to be and memory is no longer my friend. I used to believe in deep winter, when the ice rolled down the street like wrecked cars and the key wouldn’t go in the lock until you pissed on it. Now, all there seems to be is a twilight approximation of suspended autumn that worries away at the heels of an arrested spring, just a long, long waiting game. This seasonal uncertainty feels like a parasitical worm burrowing into my flesh, into my body and spirit, strumming at my nerve endings until i fall back into the arms of voluntary self-destruction. Minor maladies cluster together like pack animals and gnaw away on the bones of structure and perseverance, breaking them down to a fine powder that will doubtlessly blow away on the first decent wind. I tune into the forgotten radio waves in search of foreign voices reciting production figures of industrial achievement in some propagandist mantra to implausibility. All i can find is static and silence with the occasional flurry of banal pulsation and formulaic melody. I can’t help but think we have replaced mystery with a million contradictions amongst which no truth can be found. (PH)

THE TREE OF LIFE
2011, directed by Terrence Malick
Although The Thin Red Line and The New World both hinted at it, this marked Malick’s full-blown ascendance into affective montage, one based primarily on the aesthetic properties and emotional resonance of each shot, and new heights in his journey to reconcile the smallness of human time with the vastness of geological time.

HOLY MOTORS
2012, directed by Leos Carax
The reclusive Carax’s sole film of the decade is certainly a doozy. Denis Levant plays a man who inhabits a series of “roles.” (For a movie? As a service? Who knows!) The dizzying un-narrative takes us from a sound stage to underground Paris to the actor’s own deathbed

The Sackler family founded Rhodes Pharma in 2007, just months after pleading guilty to criminal charges that their family company, Purdue Pharma, had mismarketed OxyContin.

Saraceno’s balloon flew over the Salinas Grandes salt flat, making it the first time a human has flown without the use of any fossil fuels, only air and sun.

Thomas Moore’s new novel ‘Alone’ in May 2020. I’m supremely confident this one will blow you way.
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Just how much alcohol have i consumed in my life & am i a better or worse man for it? It was a reward when there was little money in the kitty, when every penny was counted and small children's need came first. A bottle of Stolichnaya was equivalent to gold medal. Cheap wine and cheap lager were the once or maybe twice weekly treat. Later, when there was more financial stability, i got into wine, nothing fancy, just cheap Italian whites. I guess this is the point that i can remember it becoming almost a daily activity, heading out to the local supermarket to grab some bargains shortly before it closed for the night & also copping a special offer wine. Back then Christine was still drinking, not much but it meant the bottle got shared.
Then the Scottish years, where wine was augmented with whisky and barely a day would pass without a drink.It wasn't easy to score weed in the Outer Hebrides and alcohol took a firm grip as my drug of choice. Often it was far from wise, as any depressive will attest. The pattern, by then, was firmly established and it wasn't until we high-tailed to Vienna that i finally quit with a bit of encouragement from a new comrade in arms, Rich 'Deafnoise' France, himself a victim of total blackouts at the hands of alcohol. What also helped was the fine selection of Alkhhol Frei beers available. I kept it going, barring a few slips, right up until the critical fracturing that saw my Christine take flight to New Zealand and, shortly after, my return to Sheffield.
Back in Sheffield i returned to my old friend marijuana, although i did gradually start reacquainting myself with alcohol without being reliant on it. Almost a year later i bid a final farewell to the old country (England specifically) and threw all i had into settling in New Zealand. That was back at the end of 2013, 7 years ago. Now i'm asking the question, how many days of abstinence have there actually been during those years? It goes in waves, a good day, or series of days, sees me only having 3 or 4 small bottles of cider (beer just doesn't do it for me anymore & wine, although preferred, just disappears with an embarrassing & uncontrollable greed) but every now and then something else gets thrown into the mix, maybe whisky or brandy, and things escalate until i'm left feeling shit and berating myself for my lack of control.
And i tell myself it keeps things workable and stops me spinning off into the black void of angst and frustration. Maybe it does. Every now and then i try my best to take a week off, seldom managing it, but at least allowing a slight resetting. I've always exercised and worked hard and had the good fortune of hardly ever getting hungover. I have a strong constitution. However, this does not stop the progress of years, and at 61 my body has taken a few knocks and the undeniable ravages of time are taking their toll. Would it be wise or even doable to quit now? When i've had a few drinks it all stops hurting and i feel younger than my years, more cavalier, more optimistic in this dystopian era that gets harder and harder to feel positive about.
I recall the swimming pool at my primary school; 20 yards long, 5 ft. at the deep end, 3 ft. at the shallow end and around 7 yards wide. Have i drunk enough alcohol yet to fill it?

CBD helps fight resistant bacteria
Since the discovery of penicillin in 1928 by Sir Alexander Fleming, antibiotics have saved millions of lives from fatal infections world-wide. However, with time bacteria have developed mechanisms to escape the effects of antibiotics -- they have become resistant.
With fewer antibiotics available to treat resistant bacterial infections, the possibility of entering a pre-antibiotic era is looming ahead.
Alternative strategies are being explored and helper compounds are attracting attention. Helper compounds are non-antibiotic compounds with the capability of enhancing the efficacy of antibiotics.

How to boost antibiotics
One such helper compound has been suspected to be cannabidiol (CBD); a cannabinoid from the cannabis plant. Now a research team from University of Southern Denmark, has published a scientific study proving the effect of CBD.
Janne Kudsk Klitgaard is Principal Investigator and corresponding author. First author is PhD student Claes Søndergaard Wassmann. The study is published in the journal Scientific Reports.
When we combined CBD and antibiotics, we saw a more powerful effect than when treating with antibiotics alone. So, in order to kill a certain number of bacteria, we needed less antibiotics, they say.

Bacteria clones spread globally
In the study, CBD was used to enhance the effect of the antibiotic bacitracin against Staphylococcus aureus bacteria; a major human pathogen that frequently causes community- and hospital-acquired disease.
Multidrug-resistant clones of this pathogen have spread globally. In some countries, treatment of bacterial infections with these resistant bacteria are difficult and the problem is projected to be an ever-larger problem in the future.
According to the researchers, the combination of CBD and antibiotics may be a novel treatment of infections with antibiotic resistant bacteria.

How do the bacteria die?
Three things happened with the Staphylococcus aureus bacteria, when the researchers treated them with the combination in their study:
The bacteria could no longer divide normally.
The expression of certain key genes (cell division and autolysis genes) in the bacteria was lowered.
The bacterial membrane became unstable.

Anti-resistance must be stopped
According to the researchers, overuse of antibiotics is the main cause of antibiotic resistance.
If we combine an antibiotic with a helper compound, that enhances the effect of the antibiotic, we need less antibiotic to achieve the same effect. This may contribute to the development of fewer resistant bacteria, says Janne Kudsk Klitgaard.

Milano House-family-balcony near Han market
The building is located at central Da Nang city. It's near by City Administration center 600m, Han Martket 700m, train station 1000m, bus stop 8 NTMK 300m, to International Airport 2.5km, and many bar, club like New Orient club, sky36 bar just 300m walk. The apartment is on 3rd floor, spacious, arround 50m2, wooden floor and equipped with kitchen, microwaves, Cable TV, airconditioner, hot water. The owner can speak English fluently which help you to explore city at most conveniently.

The space
The location is at main street, central of city. It is very convenient for you to walk to City Administration tower, to Da Nang Museum, Han Bridge, Han market, surrounding many restaurant, coffee shop, spa, massage.

(Lockdown for our son in Vietnam)

Christo & Jeanne-Claude, “Mur provisoire de tonneaux métalliques — Le Rideau de fer, rue Visconti, Paris, 27 juin 1962 (Temporary Wall of Oil Barrels — The Iron Curtain, rue Visconti, Paris, 27 June 1962)” (1962)

From Thich Nhat Hanh's “Fourteen Precepts of Engaged Buddhism” :

“Possess nothing that should belong to others. Respect the property of others, but prevent others from profiting from human suffering or the suffering of other species on Earth.
Do not utter words that can create discord and cause the community to break. Make every effort to reconcile and resolve all conflicts, however small.
Do not say untruthful things for the sake of personal interest or to impress people. Do not utter words that cause division and hatred. Do not spread news that you do not know to be certain. Do not criticize or condemn things of which you are not sure. Always speak truthfully and constructively. Have the courage to speak out about situations of injustice, even when doing so may threaten your own safety.”

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Caught somewhere between pins. Hot sticks spiking upwards between the roots. Everything begins to melt away. It has a calm violence and freezes in mid-air. In the morning i twist upwards over the track, out of the frost and into the fog. Shadows of the days ahead strobe by in the smudged periphery. Lunacy has stopped saying much, maybe there’s something darker going on, a fracturing or a swirling downwards. I’ve stopped looking for every blemish and niggle. I wanted to be able to breathe again. As you get old, being thick skinned is contrary to nature. Easier, then, to shrug it away and not give it relevance.

To other realms; those of sound, vision and unfettered imagination. Everywhere, we’ve made fences and we see fences. Looking into the vast cosmos of restraint and bondage. Who is your mind? Who are you beyond it? The free range market is a runaway success. We can plan for it. We can build a fence around it. When it comes to non-conformity there’s even a lesson to be learned in what colour shirt you choose. Conforming with other non-comformists is a fluffy hypnotism. Let me walk clumsy, let me stagger and trip, falling down in the dirt where i belong. I wonder at how Christian propriety and guilt has vilified both the natural spirit and that of the earth. How can anyone tell if anything’s balanced anymore. We’re not. We’re fixated on outward reaching possibilities; looking the wrong way and missing the show.

Moments of clarity slide over each other like tectonic plates. Next to a stream in a deep gulley i pause to scan the floor for mushrooms. I’m looking psilocybins in a strange world of toxicity and fatal poisons. The dreams aren’t dreams we can share whilst sleeping, we need to stand tall and stake or claim on abnormal behaviour. I wonder if this is the root of boredom. For some of us it’s all just too normal, it offers no hope of spinning out and becoming unrecognisable. Perhaps this is the truth of familiarity breeding contempt. My searching hasn’t got me anywhere yet. There are dried mushroom scattered around the house and fresh dirt on my hands and body, For fleeting moments i catch sight of something beyond rational thought and clutch as many straws as i can grab hold of. What may be easily dismissed as a whim or pointless desire could, in fact, be the very thing most needed, an essential energy that holds the world at bay for a while and allows me to elevate from the drabness or the normal.

I first encountered Anton Mobion via his work with old friends Charlie Collins & Derek Saw. Both Charlie & Derek have been a great sopurce of musical inspiration to me over the past 40 years (almost), their knowledge and enthusiasm has helped shape my eclectic tastes and opened my eyes to the wonderful world of experimentation, improvisation and freedom. Anton, too, is inspiring in his enthusiasm and approach, his invented instruments and tape manipulations reminded me that anything is possible and there really are no rules other than those you create for yourself. His MIDDLE EIGHT label is a treasure trove for those wanting to explore the sounds and projects he has been involved in HERE IS A LINK to the latest release and the rest of the label.

IN AND OUT AND IN (for revbjelde)

we wear the wreckage like a badge
the pin going right through into the skin
staring down into the street below
from our synthetic cells
tainted now, with misadventure
and spiralling side effects
of this pharmaceutical economy

it’s raining again
great brown snakes writhing in torrents
across the land
and carrying the debris of sanity away
in anger
out of necessity
in vain

and for all our need to hold
and touch
and be together for at least
one last laugh
it feels impossible
to stake a claim on anything certain

these cold sterile corridors
and desperate wards of contradiction
i was here before
a long, long time ago
watching the light dim
in the shadows of emotional
and intellectual poverty

the looping razor wire
of our chosen freedom
all too fragile and cinched too tight
hard to fill the lungs
or catch the horizon
in time
out of breath
in the end

A CASE FOR CLIMBING

and now i am the pregnant pause
hogging limbo in purgatory
the message came through today
i was being drafted again
put back to work
committing acts of conservation
with fossil fuels

and now i am the microscopic eye
high profile hypercritical mass
i patch up the holes in my story
it seems i’m designed like that
configuring the art
of hanging invisibly
above the floor

so let’s tick away towards it
let’s erase the passing days
let’s make a case for climbing
to the source of the stream
let’s take the money
let’s open the empty box

“The extra £20 has made a huge difference. It means I can afford one weekly shop, which is good because I am isolating. Without it I don’t know what I’d do. If the £20 is taken away I’d struggle to keep the gas and electric on and do my weekly shop.” - Joanna

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7/29/2020

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We are not ready. Our hands are bleeding from bad aim and rusty tools. It is supposed to be winter but the sky is made of expanding foam. The black rooster crows through the morning and we are left holding the empty pipe and wishing it would snow. We were happy in the silence. We weren't worried by the lack of activity or demands. Small things like the points of knives or the holes into which rivets are placed. Small things like a wish lost on the breeze or ducking beneath a moss covered branch. The question "who is fake president?" springs to mind out of nowhere.

I talk to a man in Scotland who believes in God, the 1990's and a greater conspiracy. He tells me about a woman who believes in pain, uncertainty, heroin and a twisted damage that was labelled motherly love.. I talk to a man in Paris who has no choice but to believe in bipolar, as there's no other way to explain how the black dog is suddenly there, pinning him down and licking his face with a rank and vile black tongue. I take a hammer and pliers with me, i have to break it all down into its component parts before i can start constructing something that will reach higher, be more secure, admirably serve its purpose and make me feel like i'm not lying down on the freshly dug earth and waiting for the black dog to come and cock its leg over me.

This is the germ, for sure. This is how we have to mark our progress, even when the land tips up so hard and steep that any progress can only be backwards. It is time pit ourselves against that which falsely defines us. The definition is no longer valid, so why hang onto the words that described it. Misplaced emotions, like dirty bugs, scurrying up and down our spines. Isn't there always the vibration of the cave, somewhere back there in our cortex? Nooks and crannies, sheds, four posted beds, cellars, attics, dungeons and bomb shelters.There is something about the well constructed camp that tickles a baser being, all so often, held in check. To expect to make the present day, or current times, appear in any way sane would be total insanity. It's a predicament. It's not about to go away. The question then becomes, not, how are you going to live with it, but how will it be living with it? Mostly, everything is a choice.

Is it a great day when prisoners resuscitate their wardens? Is the truth of the blackened blood on my hand a more complete story? Walking up into the trees and bush in the mornings my concept of truth and reality can shift several times in the space of an hour or two. Realising that the most i should hope to do is something beautiful, so that others might be touched and inspired by that beauty. No small realisation, yet still i try to deny it, or, at least, manufacture some elaborate blindfold behind which to skulk. In this vein i approach my blog, or notepad, collage, fontal experiment... or whatever else might fit the bill. The fabric of society will shift, it always has, and so it will. I'm not sure i could make any value judgement on anything other than if i like it or not. I like trying to get something different across. I love discovering something different; some different way of looking at things, some radical new disarrangement of everything past, something out there on the wings of Sun Ra. The older i get, the more i realise compromise is a fool's game and i should not permit myself to feel like an idiot. What follows is mostly from, or inspired by, the time between the last entry and this.

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I wanted you to be one of the first to know: this morning, brave climate protestors locked on to form a blockade outside New Zealand’s only synthetic nitrogen fertiliser factory, owned by us a few weeks ago about the Government’s new freshwater rules, which introduce a cap on synthetic fertiliser. Right now, we have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to re-imagine our communities exactly how we want them. We’re the only party with a truly transformational vision that ensures all of us, and our planet, are looked after. Any use of psychometric testing must now comply with the Gender Pay Principles, and with the principles and obligations that come with genuine partnership under Te Tiriti o Waitangi. We must never forget the many workers who have missed out on opportunities and suffered painful experiences because these tests were inappropriately used before now.
As we adjust to a rapidly changing world and with our borders still closed, we thought it was timely to reflect and appreciate New Zealand. “If you ask me, my life ain’t worth shit,” she says unapologetically, standing half-naked, with just a black bra and a skirt on. Notably, Yamada is hardly interested in actual sex scenes; rather, she probes her characters’ most intimate conundrums.

THERE HAVE BEEN MANY ENDINGS ALONG THE WAY

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Update me, let me in on all the best modifications, let me help you to sustain. Meanwhile, behind an old shipping container in a car park behind the plastic bag factory Fat Lesley was drinking hat water. No Joke. Down there in the darkness of slow meander and ragged spasm Fat Lesley made his peace with the ice-cream maker, pulses and rinds, scraped right off the son. Here and forever the dry white wind blows hot and cold. We are not here to decipher, we are here like thorns and bugs, unencumbered by the theories of delusion. Fold me up, neat and proper, like good baggage or a pre-loved bandana. Sometimes i have to ask myself if my fingers, or maybe my mind, are failing me. The connections are not always so spiked with rum and sulphate as once they were. Fall guy, sat up top, rinsing his laundry. Me down here with a left ear bass assault, whisky on my breath and something good besides. Hot light and simple togetherness makes the cold light hot light too. I see my mind calling and my guts are twisted by something still reverberating from the distant past. We walk along, all of us, with poison spikes that we drive into the ground, and somehow claim it as civilised, and therefore, right or superior.

Cut the umbilical cord, tie it around your feather boa and my cock ring, we are only transitory yet we want for some immortal auger that would drive us deep into the crust and make us better than all those others. Really? No.

And then the hat water dripped into her whisky as she warmed herself next to the stove. It was as near to lime green as you could go with a stove. It was an item of beauty as well as educated choice. Hit by the heavens today, we were; wet shoulders and heads as the veteran lovers connect with reclaimed beech and decking screws. Building a wall, but maybe more. Maybe a picture in itself, or the start of many others. In this, we are creation. Bouncing off each other, but maybe, also knowing, we are no longer ever sure if we’re not encroaching, somehow. At least, that’s how it is for me. I know little of who i am and less of who the rest are. I don’t care where it comes from, if it’s from building strange constructions then so be it. These constructions, it must be said, are only bound to get more and more erratic and eccentric.

For this notion i should celebrate but still i slip sideways whenever there’s a topographical depression. What isn’t worth saying? Some far greater truth lives in the respoked void than in the soft misting of yet more tales of the expected. Freeze knife. Wet Suede Nurse. The F Pact. Wheels with wheels. I don’t remember where i put it but i’m sure i wrote down a strategy for dealing with all this shit.

Bankrupt skyscraper thought modes. One more scarf in the escalator’s jaws. Broken telephones thrown out of windows in disgust at the lack of meaningful conversation. Chop me off at the lips. Quit the yacht club, make spaghetti, head out into the country and get fucked by a goat. Mostly it feels like wet matter. It’s hard to say what. Maybe rotting wood, compost or warm moss. And then the spikes of some supposed reality come defecating through, all shit-shaped and deathly echoes of the self-imposed corruption the human race has wrought upon itself. Some, obviously, wroughting more than others.

I scope you, all feral and pretending liberation. Where are all your free words now? You are dried fish in an Arctic wind. I cannot keep my feet on flat ground these days. There is an urgency to move, simmering in the background. Has nothing really been said? So many dismal rear-views; voices extracted for literary terminology. Terminality. Somewhere out there, beyond my bent vision, there is a simpler way of interacting and balancing the fireball that consumes us.

Poison is lethal all on its own -- as are arrows -- but their combination is greater than the sum of their parts. A weapon that simultaneously attacks from within and without can take down even the strongest opponents, from E. coli to MRSA (methicillin resistant Staphylococcus aureus).

A team of Princeton researchers reported today in the journal Cell that they have found a compound, SCH-79797, that can simultaneously puncture bacterial walls and destroy folate within their cells -- while being immune to antibiotic resistance.

Bacterial infections come in two flavors -- Gram-positive and Gram-negative -- named for the scientist who discovered how to distinguish them. The key difference is that Gram-negative bacteria are armored with an outer layer that shrugs off most antibiotics. In fact, no new classes of Gram-negative-killing drugs have come to market in nearly 30 years.

"This is the first antibiotic that can target Gram-positives and Gram-negatives without resistance," said Zemer Gitai, Princeton's Edwin Grant Conklin Professor of Biology and the senior author on the paper. "From a 'Why it's useful' perspective, that's the crux. But what we're most excited about as scientists is something we've discovered about how this antibiotic works -- attacking via two different mechanisms within one molecule -- that we are hoping is generalizable, leading to better antibiotics -- and new types of antibiotics -- in the future."

The greatest weakness of antibiotics is that bacteria evolve quickly to resist them, but the Princeton team found that even with extraordinary effort, they were unable to generate any resistance to this compound. "This is really promising, which is why we call the compound's derivatives 'Irresistin,'" Gitai said.

It's the holy grail of antibiotics research: an antibiotic that is effective against diseases and immune to resistance while being safe in humans (unlike rubbing alcohol or bleach, which are irresistibly fatal to human cells and bacterial cells alike).

For an antibiotics researcher, this is like discovering the formula to convert lead to gold, or riding a unicorn -- something everyone wants but no one really believes exists, said James Martin, a 2019 Ph.D. graduate who spent most of his graduate career working on this compound. "My first challenge was convincing the lab that it was true," he said.

But irresistibility is a double-edged sword. Typical antibiotics research involves finding a molecule that can kill bacteria, breeding multiple generations until the bacteria evolve resistance to it, looking at how exactly that resistance operates, and using that to reverse-engineer how the molecule works in the first place.

But since SCH-79797 is irresistible, the researchers had nothing to reverse engineer from.

"This was a real technical feat," said Gitai. "No resistance is a plus from the usage side, but a challenge from the scientific side."

The research team had two huge technical challenges: Trying to prove the negative -- that nothing can resist SCH-79797 -- and then figuring out how the compound works.

To prove its resistance to resistance, Martin tried endless different assays and methods, none of which revealed a particle of resistance to the SCH compound. Finally, he tried brute force: for 25 days, he "serially passaged" it, meaning that he exposed bacteria to the drug over and over and over again. Since bacteria take about 20 minutes per generation, the germs had millions of chances to evolve resistance -- but they didn't. To check their methods, the team also serially passaged other antibiotics (novobiocin, trimethoprim, nisin and gentamicin) and quickly bred resistance to them.

Proving a negative is technically impossible, so the researchers use phrases like "undetectably-low resistance frequencies" and "no detectable resistance," but the upshot is that SCH-79797 is irresistible -- hence the name they gave to its derivative compounds, Irresistin.

They also tried using it against bacterial species that are known for their antibiotic resistance, including Neisseria gonorrhoeae, which is on the top 5 list of urgent threats published by the Center for Disease Control and Prevention.

"Gonorrhea poses a huge problem with respect to multidrug resistance," said Gitai. "We've run out of drugs for gonorrhea. With most common infections, the old-school generic drugs still work. When I got strep throat two years ago, I was given penicillin-G -- the penicillin discovered in 1928! But for N. gonorrhoeae, the standard strains that are circulating on college campuses are super drug resistant. What used to be the last line of defense, the break-glass-in-case-of-emergency drug for Neisseria, is now the front-line standard of care, and there really is no break-glass backup anymore. That's why this one is a particularly important and exciting one that we could cure."

provided by Princeton University. Original written by Liz Fuller-Wright.

I didn’t grow up in the United States so there are aspects to this country that continue to fascinate me, particularly regional differences that reflect local cultural histories. I’d never heard of Juneteenth until I arrived in New York over 20 years ago, and from the first time I heard it mentioned I was curious to learn more about a celebration that started in Texas and marked the liberation of the last enslaved populations in the US.
In the last few years, calls to commemorate the day have grown louder, and last week four US Senators proposed a bill to make the day a federal holiday. Juneteenth is already recognized by 47 states as a state holiday or observance, but it’s curious how little Americans know about the day itself.
With the added attention, new research is helping to unearth previously unknown facts about an event that was celebrated by Black Americans largely outside of the white-dominated mainstream for over 150 years. One of the curious realities we encountered when preparing this issue is that 1865, when Juneteenth began, may mark the end of chattel slavery in this country, but it also was the year, as Jasmine Weber illuminates in her article, when the Ku Klux Klan was founded, demonstrating that white Americans have long been Janus-faced in their attitudes towards Black people.

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One of Yulia Tsvetkova’s drawings promoting body positivity, which she has been posting on her social media platforms. The text reads, in translation: “WOMEN WHO ARE ALIVE HAVE HAIR — AND THAT’S NORMAL”

Drawing by Yulia Tsvetkova. Text reads, in translation: “WOMEN MENSTRUATE — AND THAT’S NORMAL”

Bowel disease linked to doubling in dementia.
inflammatory bowel disease (IBD), which includes ulcerative colitis and Crohn's disease, is linked to a more than doubling in the risk of developing dementia, finds research published online in the journal Gut.

What's more, dementia was diagnosed around 7 years earlier in people with IBD than it was in those without this gut condition, the findings of this large population-based study show.

Mounting evidence suggests that communication between the gut, its resident bacteria (microbiome), and the central nervous system, known as the 'gut-brain axis,' is implicated in various aspects of health and disease.

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Above image - Ashley Reaks - Home Alone / 2020

......and again i ask "Who is fake president?"

I have a friend,
     but then again,
                                                 i could be wrong
and if i am
                                       it means
                                                                      i have no
friend
                                              not one
oh well,                                                i suppose you get
                                                               used to it
                                          after a while

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HOWARD STELZER CONTACTED ME TO SAY HE WANTED A COUPLE OF VOCALS FOR THE TRIPLE CD HE WAS DOING. BRING IT ON I SAID. THEY ARE ALL COLOURS, THE TRACKS, HE TOLD ME. CAN YOU USE THE TRACK TITLE IN THE LYRIC. TEAL. LILAC. I'M YOUR MAN, I SAID. ME AND KEN NORDINE.

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TEAL #1 (H.S.)

all my wings are clipped
it was no flight of fancy
i closed the door
and left the water running
give me more proof
give me exception
here i am drowning
deep in the teal of liquid reflection

how will it work with mirrors
i’ve got my toxic dialogue
you quit the dust
and sent the blue light dreaming
come back again
come back with fish-hooks
i’m looking up now
wrapped in the chapters
of long teal books

over the lake
skimming the waves
only momentum
to hold back the night

to keep me from sleep

////>>>>
LILAC

In twenty years of turning
side to side
front to back
is there one place worth waiting for

Old tracks beaten go blindly
head to tail
right to left
down into lost rooms & lilac cells

Do the bruises show
do the bruises show
there’s something crawling deep within
can it be expelled / can it be expelled
shooting lilac - bring the fever down
shooting lilac - bring the fever down

Then thirty years or forty
hand to mouth
tooth & nail
a mutiny that never blooms

Do the bruises show
do the bruises show
shooting lilac bring the…
shooting lilac bring the fever down

It’s a facial toner - a tonic
febrifuge - vermifuge
anti-periodic
i hear that blossom strewn will drive evil away

shooting lilac bring the fever down

TEAL #2 (H.S.)

wait - warm wings clipped - wings clipped
life - (ginken) or - sewn to the centre
& some kind of strange seal of approval
& a broken wheel / a broken wheel
some strange backroom deal
& you’re gonna hear the little piggy squeal
i mean, everybody wants to cop a feel
if it ain’t free it needs to an absolute steal
come on, we need to…
we need to keep it novocaine real
& this ain’t…
this ain’t some kind of fake blue
o no no - this is the real deal
the real teal
if you know what i mean
blue teal

IT STARTED UP A FLOW & I DECIDED TO GO WITH IT. I REALISED A GOOD WHILE BACK THAT IF YOU DIDN'T GO WITH IT, WHENEVER IT CAME ALONG, THEN YOU'D NEVER KNOW WHERE IT WENT.

////>>>>
I BIT MYSELF A HOLE

sick as your dune thugs
rooster tails
and skin tanners

blurred monkeys
wake back down to the
drunk & easy

no resistance
spit that melted butter
up into my arse
turning the keys that
by-pass connection

look under your shirt
pull the skin back

worried down to the quick
up here on the wires & limbs
i bit myself
i bit myself
i bit myself
i bit myself a hole in your floor
i bit myself a hole in your floor

in your heart
in your head
in your pants
in your bed

/////>>>>>
BREAKING FOR SPARES

why only one chunk?
why not more?
immortal by nature
but somehow feeling fallible
truck parts
scattered across my mind
hymns about Borneo
and her
with that spiders web
woven over her open mouth

teach me a thing or two
if you’re able
cut me a slacker line
i’ll pay you with blood

I WOULD SAY THERE'S ALWAYS TOO MUCH TO SAY, BUT WHEN ALL SAID & DONE WHO'S TO SAY, REALLY.
This day, red as the wind and dry on the back of the throat. Sharp rusted metal breaks the skin and i look across the gravel and grass wondering if i'll make it home in time to hear the songs that have finally landed from that way long gone land of my birth. It all takes longer than you'd expect and generally the people you want most to believe in aren't much use when it comes down to it. Still, i want to give them the benefit of the doubt; i want to believe that my faith in them is warranted and not just another misjudgement. For some reason this matters to me. Maybe i'd like to think that if the boot were on the other foot i'd be given every chance to prove i did what i said i would and even if it didn't pan out quite like we'd all hoped at least i put it right. I was not a fraud or a fake. But then again, what's important to me isn't necessarily what's important to you, or him, or her, or them. Some people mean well but have lousy memories and their priorities are just, well, different. They can afford to forget their promises and not feel obliged to own up to their oversights and lack of concern. C'est la vie.

We would like to think that the thing we call money has value. It doesn't.

The main reason to hold Gold is so your purchasing power isn't stolen through inflation.
The official inflation numbers are targeted at 2% a year, but that number is heavily manipulated and is really more likely to be at about 7%
If you had $1000 in savings in the bank then in 10 years its purchasing power would be the equivalent of:
at 2% inflation $820
at 5% inflation $613
at 7% inflation $508
at 10% inflation $385

Over the last 20 years Gold has increased in value compared to fiat currencies by an average of 10% a year.
Probably the easiest first step if your worried about your money losing it purchasing power is to stock up on things you definitely need and would buy anyway, like fire wood and food.

Having said all that i think gold is pretty much a useless rock and will lose to Bitcoin. The flaws inherit to Gold made it a bad money and led to what we have now. It being physical, hard to divide, hard to transport and hard to verify, meant that it ended up being held by centralised institutions and inevitably led to the current fractional reserve banking system.

Mike Maloney - he is a gold guy. Hidden secrets of money series - very good overview of the history of finance and how its in such a mess
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLE88E9ICdiphYjJkeeLL2O09eJoC8r7Dc
Keiser Report - Economics news show - but fun! Calling out all the batshit crazyness and corruption
https://www.youtube.com/user/RussiaToday/search?query=keiser

THE BONE ORCHESTRA '87
CHARLIE COLLINS / DEREK SAW

After studying global data from the novel coronavirus (COVID-19) pandemic, researchers have discovered a strong correlation between severe vitamin D deficiency and mortality rates.

Led by Northwestern University, the research team conducted a statistical analysis of data from hospitals and clinics across China, France, Germany, Italy, Iran, South Korea, Spain, Switzerland, the United Kingdom (UK) and the United States.

The researchers noted that patients from countries with high COVID-19 mortality rates, such as Italy, Spain and the UK, had lower levels of vitamin D compared to patients in countries that were not as severely affected.

This does not mean that everyone -- especially those without a known deficiency -- needs to start hoarding supplements, the researchers caution.

"While I think it is important for people to know that vitamin D deficiency might play a role in mortality, we don't need to push vitamin D on everybody," said Northwestern's Vadim Backman, who led the research. "This needs further study, and I hope our work will stimulate interest in this area. The data also may illuminate the mechanism of mortality, which, if proven, could lead to new therapeutic targets."

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“I’m not that social. I’m frightened by things that other people find normal and so I surround myself with loud, funny people so I can laugh my ass off and chip in at the sides of conversations. But going on stage is like crossing a line in the sand into a place where I can do, say, feel, express, become anything that I want to. I feel very safe on stage and that’s wonderful. The adrenaline gives you an extreme energy surge. I will probably tour my whole life because I genuinely love that high.”

Arthritis is a term used for over 140 conditions that affect the joints. The most common symptoms experienced are sore, stiff joints and can affect almost any part of the body. Arthritis comes in many forms, the most common forms in New Zealand are osteoarthritis, gout arthritis and rheumatoid arthritis.

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I think there's
something else
that i missed
probably more than just one thing
probably quite a few
but i'm done
i can't do this anymore
not today
anyway

"Last one out switch the gas on"...............................///////////////////// PA(APP). P.A. 31.07.20

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PA.APP(16)

6/3/2020

1 Comment

And then there was a virus that came to kill the weak and the unprepared.
Many watched as their elected leaders proved their incapacity for leadership.
And then there were killings because guilt will never go away until the actions that caused it are named and accepted.
Now we wait to see what will burn, what will change and what we will be asked to give up by those who expect our complicity in their lies.

It is a fine thing to celebrate happiness & beauty
knowing that you depend on it
as it depends on you.

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Strip it back, says I. Strip it off, let’s see what you’re hiding. Let’s see what’s dangling between your legs and poking out of your distended arse. Be the carpet chewing animal of your hidden dreams. Be the lost cause that everyone falls in love with. Strip it down to pitted and imperfect metal, already rusting from the flying spit that pops and showers, syllable by syllable and strapped, securely, for cash. Let’s see your paranoia, your insecurity and your glazed eyes as the semen showers down on you like summer rain. Strip it back, says I. All this pretending got us nowhere. Got us here. Got us empty. Lost. Stupid. We’re not even any good at being whores. We don’t know how to satisfy. We’re just not that dignified.

Now that’s all changed and the skies are quiet, the roads are quiet, the shit-storm is quiet. Over here, down here, within here, even in our valley of discommunication it’s hard to know how it really feels. City folk pacing their mantraps and peering out into the mad mask of spring, confused in the anticipation of something that may never be. Money worries, food worries, isolationist worries that we never truly knew ourselves well enough to want to spend this time shackled to our incessant dissatisfactions. A world without the scream of the treadmill; surely this is what we all yearned for… but not now, not like this, not without… what? an excuse?

Listen up all you devil dolls, you self circumcised desperadoes of perpetual gratification, this is how it truly is and always was, this is the world of fungal decay and slow rot, all lit up brightly with amphetamine star-light. Wash your hands of it, blinker your nervous opticals and cram your blabber’n’smoke with deep quilted rectal wet wipes. Hum a tune to yourselves as you essentialise the irrelevant and cut a prison wall calendar into your retreating muscle-tone.

We invite you to join our radically innovative students as they share their creative reimagining of the world. Due to the COVID-19 crisis, many of our students were unable to complete their thesis project before our studios closed; the work in this exhibition represents a view into their creative process and demonstrates how our community stays active even in the face of adversity. We hope that you will check back in the fall to see how this work has progressed and that we’ll be able to welcome you in person to their thesis exhibition in the Dorsky Museum on our campus.

MFA Photography and Related Media 2020 graduate Nick Rouke, “Untitled” (2020)

http://www.ashleyreaks.com/

Leaving work wasn't easy. They kept me hanging on as the virus reshaped our landscape. Instead of leaving behind the slowly growing annoyances of needing to work I was coerced into on-line zoom and microsoft meetings. I have no natural instinct for technology. To not become frustrated by my reluctance and/or aversion of that which is normal is not easy for me. It is, however, my choice. And so i toed the line and cleaned toilets and put up or took down signs. When i was allowed to i went with scrub-bar and mower to tidy and finalise my season's work.
My other life, or main life, of music soon got underway and a lot was done in a short space of time. Some of it has already found its way into the public domain, more will follow.
Beyond that there's the trees and the soil and the fungi. Becoming part of it as it becomes a part of me. In darkness there is now light and my perception of life is being constantly reappraised. It is a good time in here; this skin, this valley, this country. Our load is far lighter than the majority. It would be naive to think this happened by chance.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> S I G H T & S O U N D <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

https://the-tapeworm.bandcamp.com/album/within-the-beyond

https://buriedtreasure.bandcamp.com/album/swamp-gas

https://peter-hopes-explodingmind.bandcamp.com/

Dissociative vibrations from the periphery. Cane sugar quarantine and black feathers fanning out like exploding acrobats. We are tougher than you’d think but no smarter than squirrels in barrels of glue. That old time linear religion isn’t good enough for me, and anyway, i don’t know any better. Too many years of making my own trousers and cutting grass from bottom up. We’re all looking for someone to look up to in this season separation but the same thug clowns are trampling the visionaries down, using them as foot spas and milking stools. It’s raining money in the free world, pouring from the skies like fish in a twin tub. “Don’t plant your bad days” said the wise old gravel spreader, “or they’ll turn into bad weeks, then bad months, and before you know it you’ll have a whole bad year. Trust me, i know.”

“We are proud to be offering some of the most cutting-edge content that the terrifically charismatic members of our government can produce,” the press release explained. “Bigly aims to disrupt and radically transform the traditional means of communicating official US political information, both historical and contemporary. Operating under the advice of multiple former executives of such streaming luminaries as Yahoo! Screen, FilmStruck, Seeso, Jebba, Florkt, Stonk, Broöo, Yxudlsi, and Quibi, we are going to be making our rich archive of premium-optimized content available to all.”

KEEPING ALL THINGS WITHIN A CERTAIN TIME-FRAME // THIS LOPCKDOWN OF GLOBAL EXPENDITURE AND PRODUCTION // THIS DANCING TO THE TUNE OF TRILLIONS OF DOLLARS THAT DO NOT EXIST // WHAT WERE WE THINKING? // NOTHING AT ALL ?? THIS MOMENT OF PAUSE IS ALL WE WILL KNOW OF CERTAINTY // AFTER THIS IT WILL SOON RETURN TO PREVIOUS CONCEPTS OF BATONING DOWN THE HATCHES TO PROTECT THE ILLUSION OF PERPETUAL GROWTH // KNOWLEDGE LIMITATION // FREE MASKS FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY //

PASSING CLOUDS OF MAY
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role players
are they
less certain
and therefore more open
to further possibilities
of experience?

<>
i am nothing
on the face of this earth

& that’s ok

<>
why be self-righteous
when you could be wrong

OLD EARTH

somehow
in failing to make the grade
my foot got swept away
and my memory erased

at no time
did the old earth move for me
the stains would not come clean
& i had to let it be

over
between the knife tip and mouth
i just lost my tongue
now i’m not just half as dumb

meantime
in the trick of space & time
my blood just ran up hill
& we could see the wet earth shine

LSD & ANARCHY (vert:x)

i was covered in bright
shining on my feathers and chrome
lift me up in your long blades
Prodigal Son is coming home

coming home with a brain full
of LSD & Anarchy

moving slow through violent night
through the drains and beneath your feet
oscillate in your sweet hips
Prodigal Son might overheat

i was covered in chickens’ blood
felt like a red dead rooster man
vindicate me, make me whole
Prodigal Son is feeling bad

feeling bad
cover blown

Prodigal Son is coming home

Anyway, I do love them and their frozen wasteland. Unlike most non-citizens, I love Canada. I love Leonard Cohen, Scott Thompson and all-dressed potato chips. I love the pleasantry and the blandness. I love my little memory of Montreal seeing same-sex couples making the fuck out on street benches and being so turned on by all of them. I love smoking crack while occupying elected office and shouting “give me ten minutes to make sure he’s fucking dead” while on camera. I love your comedy television exports. The tattooed punk singers who use offensive words endearingly. Yes, I was scared that mom was broken. Lately I’m more worried about you, but by the time I’m reading this aloud, the problem will have been taken care of entirely. That’s the absolute goddamned glory of socialized medicine. Don’t even fucking try to argue otherwise.

Josh Peterson.
https://amphetaminesulphate.bigcartel.com/category/books

‘The data from the Diamond Princess suggest an eightfold lower mortality amongst patients older than 70 and threefold lower mortality in patients over 80 compared to what was reported in China initially,’ he wrote.

‘But even those numbers, 1.1 percent and 4.9 percent respectively, are concerning. But there’s another thing that’s worth remembering: These patients were likely exposed repeatedly to concentrated viral loads (which can cause worse illness). Some treatments were delayed. So even the lower CFR found on the Diamond Princess could have been even lower, with proper protocols.’
He also cast doubt on the death toll in China, saying it is impossible to know how many people in China were already ill before being infected with the virus – and how many actually died of coronavirus and not a similar illness.
He also pointed out that 25,000 people die in China every day, while just 25 coronavirus deaths have been reported per day in the country at the height of the outbreak.

CBD helps fight resistant bacteria
Since the discovery of penicillin in 1928 by Sir Alexander Fleming, antibiotics have saved millions of lives from fatal infections world-wide. However, with time bacteria have developed mechanisms to escape the effects of antibiotics -- they have become resistant.

With fewer antibiotics available to treat resistant bacterial infections, the possibility of entering a pre-antibiotic era is looming ahead.

Alternative strategies are being explored and helper compounds are attracting attention. Helper compounds are non-antibiotic compounds with the capability of enhancing the efficacy of antibiotics.

How to boost antibiotics

One such helper compound has been suspected to be cannabidiol (CBD); a cannabinoid from the cannabis plant. Now a research team from University of Southern Denmark, has published a scientific study proving the effect of CBD.

Janne Kudsk Klitgaard is Principal Investigator and corresponding author. First author is PhD student Claes Søndergaard Wassmann. The study is published in the journal Scientific Reports.

When we combined CBD and antibiotics, we saw a more powerful effect than when treating with antibiotics alone. So, in order to kill a certain number of bacteria, we needed less antibiotics, they say.

Bacteria clones spread globally

In the study, CBD was used to enhance the effect of the antibiotic bacitracin against Staphylococcus aureus bacteria; a major human pathogen that frequently causes community- and hospital-acquired disease.

Multidrug-resistant clones of this pathogen have spread globally. In some countries, treatment of bacterial infections with these resistant bacteria are difficult and the problem is projected to be an ever-larger problem in the future.

According to the researchers, the combination of CBD and antibiotics may be a novel treatment of infections with antibiotic resistant bacteria.

How do the bacteria die?

Three things happened with the Staphylococcus aureus bacteria, when the researchers treated them with the combination in their study:

The bacteria could no longer divide normally.

The expression of certain key genes (cell division and autolysis genes) in the bacteria was lowered.

The bacterial membrane became unstable.

Anti-resistance must be stopped

According to the researchers, overuse of antibiotics is the main cause of antibiotic resistance.

If we combine an antibiotic with a helper compound, that enhances the effect of the antibiotic, we need less antibiotic to achieve the same effect. This may contribute to the development of fewer resistant bacteria, says Janne Kudsk Klitgaard.

Valley life is the same as it ever was. Beyond the outskirts and happy to be there. More time up in the woods, or native bush, as it’s called. Fungi season is with us and time to track down the elusive psilocybe subaeruginosa and/or other psilocybes. When i grow up i want to be a crash test dummy. Never sure where any of this might lead, but figure if i get high enough i’m bound to find the real underground, after all, everything in life is cyclical; the rich stamp down the poor, the poor get up, the rich stamp down the poor, the poor get up. And so it goes.

Tina Ngata, who has been on the frontline of these checkpoints in Ngāti Porou, says:

“We are doing this because we know it to be our responsibility to protect our elders, and our vulnerable whānau. We have the worst incidence rates of chronic illness and cancer in the country, which make us an extremely high-risk population. COVID-19 is not welcome anywhere but if it arrived here it would rip through our communities leaving devastation in its path.

We also know our communities. It's because of our relationships and knowledge that we have been able to drive local driver numbers from 146 vehicles per day to 38 per day. We now have more essential vehicles than local vehicles on the road, and have educated our community.”

In Maketū, where a checkpoint is set up, local Pākehā resident Bonnie Jackson says:

“I’m very grateful for the checkpoints. The operators have been friendly and informative. They demonstrate that this community cares about its members, respects kaumātua and kuia, and helps educate people.”

THERE IS TALK OF EARTH SEX, BUT NO ONE WILL SPEAK UP. THEY ARE PUSSYFOOTING THROUGH THE MUD. SOMETIMES I WAIT FOR THEM, COVERED IN MOSS AND LEAVES. LISTENING FOR THEIR FOOTSEPS THROUGH THE GULLY AND ACROSS THE WETLANDS. I SEARCH IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES BUT NO ONE IS CELEBRATING. NO ONE IS JUMPING INTO THE REAL HEART OF THE MATTER. WHAT WE HEAR AND WHAT IS REAL ARE NOT THE SAME. I STAMP DOWN ON THE WET SOIL WITH MY BARE FEET. I SLIDE MY BODY OVER THE ROTTING WOOD AND FEEL THE GRIT AND MUD AS IT COVERS ME, SUCKING ME IN AND GETTING INTO THE POURS OF MY SKIN. THE CONNECTION IS AS REAL AS THE DECAY. WE WILL NOT BE HERE LATER, IT IS ONLY BRIEF AT BEST.

Dogtooth (2009, directed by Yorgos Lanthimos)The breakout film by the Greek director who went on to create Oscar-nominated cult hits such as The Lobster and The Favourite is, even by his standards, pretty darn weird. It’s the surreal tale of a microcosmic fascist dystopia: One family has kept their children confined to their home for their entire lives, teaching them that the outside world is filled with monsters. Yorgos Lanthimos’s unique sense of world building and style of flat, emotionless dialogue are an ideal fit for such an odd environment, one where the now-adult children are growing restless (and sexually curious) in their hermetic existence. That a film this perverse launched a successful Hollywood filmmaking career for Lanthimos illustrates how undeniable his talent is.

it almost
seems unecessary
to write it down
the contradictions
come thick
and fast
trying to follow
the thread
is a waste of
the human
spirit

I don't know about you but it feels a bit like emerging from a chrysalis after this period of being home-bound. I have mixed feelings about re-entering the outside world and do feel somewhat different than before. However, when I heard the announcement on Monday about going into Level 2 I felt a noticeable lift in my feelings and a gladness to get back into my normal routine at last.

It's going to be a period of adjustment figuring out this new rhythm and finding my flow again with work. The last few weeks I really noticed how much I missed the interactions with my clients and the space I get into when doing my work. It actually grounds me and keeps me focused on the good stuff, when I tune into source and feel the energy flowing in the session. It fuels me just as it does you. How lucky I am to enjoy this work that I do so much.

Mycelium is a topic that often comes up in the bitcoin space as there are lots of parallels between how the mycelium network and bitcoin network are structured and how they operate and adapt over time. Theres been a few articles on it and i just listened to podcast on it a few days ago. Its definitely something ive been meaning to do some reading on when i get time.
Things i learnt from the bitcoin/fungi podcast:
There are more fungi species than plants and animals combined.
Humans share 50% of their DNA with mushrooms.
The largest organism on the planet is a fungal network - i think its the size of like 15 football pitches and is eating a forest.

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PA.APP(15)

2/21/2020

1 Comment

Life after the bushfires. Residents of Australia shared pictures of how the first shoots appear on the burned earth
Amazing photos HERE

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Yes, it is a strange toxicity that hangs in the morning mist, pressing down on the burnt farmlands and vibrating in my neck. Each day takes me a little further along the road and a little further away from habitual destruction. Always posting myself on the corner so that i can pick up whatever falls off the back of wagons and keep an eye on the general comings and goings of the embittered era. I carry blue poison in a plastic bucket, walking slowly and deliberately between the bait stations, feeling the weight of age in my legs and scaling the steep incline to the lookout. It’s another world up there, looking down upon the miniature conglomeration that reflects the light, attracting and repelling bug-like vehicles and seeming to be an altogether alien environment. Back by the creek i turn off the path and thread deep into the woodlands, knowing this is an endlessness that can never be charted or mapped, it drips and breathes and rots and grows, and i am drawn toward the core of it, sensing that here, too, is the core of self, some absolute quiet and terrible destabilising of the soul.

conflated love and trauma-bonding, agitation and activism, misery and depth inspires only senseless violence the real deal; nihilistic, brutal, and brutally honest. immortalised in the recording titled 23 Minutes Over Brussels – because that was how long they lasted on stage before a riot broke out. It is a document of a group operating so far ahead of their time that the police had to be called to tear-gas an angry mob, who were incapable of processing the sounds they heard. Is this the Voice of doG that Moses heard before smashing rocks to create the fabled tablets of wisdom - twenty seven virgins died in the making of the sequel and the glitter went rusty.
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"The coronavirus is definitely a crisis, but I hope these photos can remind that it’s a human crisis … There’s been a disappointing amount of racism and fear mongering as Chinese people are blamed for the incubation and spread. There is fear and panic, but there is no need to fear and panic East Asian looking people or our cultures. An old man died in Sydney’s Chinatown because people were scared to give him CPR.”
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CROWS

we are the living elements
the dirt and mist
what more can i tell you of life

we are the desire unsatisfied
the gun to the heart
each story will go unrepeated

we come stumbling into town
women first
wet from fucking
strong with passion
we are the last reminders
of a violent storm
we are you conscience
charred and black

we are the walking wind
we will tear the Babel down

over stretched
under threat
left for the crows

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REVIEWING RECORDS, or any kind of music, isn't something i've ever felt i wanted to do.
We all have different tastes and opinions. They're not really important.
Obviously all the music i collect as Records, CDs, Cassettes or Downloads i like.
There is so much to hear, so many wonderful things i will never have time enough discover.
I try my best.
My name's Pete and i'm an addict.

Folded Grid
Electrode Millwork

Released by JUNTED
(listen here)

TECHNO FROM DETROIT MADE BY OUR HOMIE
JOE SOUSA
NUFF SAID

(listen here)

OOIOO

nijimusi can be considered music, but is also a work of art that stimulates the sense of touch and smell

(listen here)

Personnel:
Adrian Gormley – sax, plastic bottle
Sascha Stadlmeier – samples, bass, ekelele, objects, voice, effects, insert
Frans De Waard – radio, cassettes, electronics
Stefan Schweiger – samples, teramine, percussion
Joseph B. Raimond – guitar, synthesiser, loops, ink drawings
Michael Wurzer – synthesiser
(listen here)

From an ongoing series of unclassifiable music with long titles and beautiful artwork released by attenuation circuit

(listen here)

SECRET BOYFRIEND
Burned Version
Released by HOT RELEASES
originally released as a cassette for the Russian Tsarlag / Secret Boyfriend "Trashed In The Woods" US tour in fall 2015
(listen here)

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Gender stereotyping, suicide, class prejudice and sectarian violence
Worrying about spills or even submersion
The emerging threat of deep sea mining
More than a quarter of people renting spent 40% or more of their income on rent
There are hundreds of 15-year-old people in Poland
Pull pesticides from the shelves
Make sure doctors have heard our arguments and the needs of dying people
We have a quad on the way
Caused by long term use of proton pump inhibitors
A “security algorithm” identified him, or someone associated with him, as a
“security threat”
when you build high, folks will jump.

At top of Skyline Walk, Murchison. At work killing wasps. 19.02.20.

AT LAST WE GOT ROUND TO PUTTING THE SUB-FLOOR IN THE HOOSE. Now I can start thinking howthefuck i'm going to do the next bit. Never was any cop at following rules....
it'll be right....
Jay calls it the All Black House.
MORE NEW <> THE BURNT OUT BUS was moved, walked backwards with a JCB, at a guess.

How terrible
Saved
Butter fingers

It doesn’t matter how many times you say ‘Far Out’, it won’t get you any closer. It won’t tie-dye your soul or give you an LSD App. Puritans in caravans looking for protestations in discarded wine and crackers. I think now it’s time to be obscure. Surely that’s obvious. Maybe i played the game too long to realise radical has stepped up a notch or two, it’s old hat really to think piercing your clitoris with your foot is shocking. Everyone’s doing it. Micro-dosing sulphuric acid, bull fighting with cocktail sticks, becoming a surrogate mother just for the making placenta burgers. Dark antennae. Post operative slurs and the sexual allure of quicksand. So what next? 'What becomes of the broken hearted/ who had love that has now departed’ <> ?? // At this moment, how many people around the world are queuing for a basic essential and not knowing if or when they might get it. Democracy delivers. Capitalism cares. Vancouver is an island. Cutting myself into small pieces and repackaging into a more abstract shape ~{]]{]{{]^%^&*()_||{]]]}}}}}}//:||\

Striptease
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Transparent furnishings

At the very moment i typed ‘Transparent furnishings’ the power went off followed by a crash of almighty thunder echoing down the valley. There’s been more thunder here today then we’ve ever experienced at the Tutaki Compound for the WR0NG. Amassing in expectation of the ultimate blasphemy; naked bucks on transparent furnishings. Smeared and stained. Masturbation. Copulation. Penetration. Participation. No holds barred when all the doors are open and the contrast between curtains and crockery is so pleasing to both the eye and the well-being of this urgent retard. Mustard gas condiment incentive. Knitted foreskins with sequins and mouse tails. Maybe i’ll go out into the wet again. All dripping. Warm. I shovelled up the romance novels and dead rats that had spewed out of the kennel. I should paint the floor. Make something happen. Be someone else.

Packing only the essentials. Slipping off the radar. Moving sweetly into the heavy earth. What should you carry on your back whilst crawling naked on all fours.

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sulphuric acid |sʌlfjʊərɪkˈasɪd| (also sulfuric acid)
noun [ mass noun ]

a strong acid made by oxidizing solutions of sulphur dioxide and used in large quantities as an industrial and laboratory reagent. The concentrated form is an oily, dense, corrosive liquid.

●Chem. formula: H 2SO 4.

usage: See usage at sulphur.

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Encumbered by mistakes. Sometimes it seems we are just passing through the meat factory. Sometimes it's easy to be lost in the falsifications of this corporate disaster. The unanswerable question of 'what is reality?' chipping away at the fabric of my sanity. Of course, it's me who's driving the plane, charting the course, soaring and diving. To take responsibility for this flight means either accepting or ignoring the impact of every choice made. It's easy to say 'this is all too much to cope with' or 'i don't want this' or 'it's driving me crazy, i've got to get out'. How many wasted hours, days, weeks, months, years have already slipped away because of a belief in the artifice of an intangible and self imposed burden?
The temperature rises above 25 degrees and it becomes difficult to keep the motivation going, the weight of it is palpable. I cannot change it, it's just how i am. It doesn't affect my wife in the same way, she's still quite comfortable as it pushes on towards 30. The interconnection of body and mind go out of sync. My body will never be as strong as it was. I am a long drive past my physical prime, though far better off than many. I have to pull myself up short and put a gag on the resentment that goes nowhere. Just another, less obvious, version of self-harm. The art of not taking things personally is a fine skill to nurture. I may wish to be thick skinned, impervious to others' opinions and reactions, but i'm not. Sensitivity breeds contempt. In truth i'm easily rattled.like brazil nuts in a food processor. And so it has been these last days, in this backwater world we inhabit. For me i guess it's strange to think that for many it's not a backwater but a central hub of their idea of self and place. There is no way i can take it seriously, the very remoteness geographically and cosmically bring personal insignificance into high relief. And yet i still find the defensive hackles rising, head spinning, screaming out for disproportionate reactions.
Hanging on tightly to disappointment is a sure-fire way to feel crap about the whole continuation of being. We are bombarded by the opinions of random acquaintances, ineffectual journalists, contemptible public figures, passionate activists, spin doctors, sponsored scientists, impotent lovers and the radical societal shift that has birthed 'Me Culture'. Has there ever been a more difficult time to 'let it be as it is'? To tread softly through life and through this world has long been an aspiration, especially when surrounded by the loud roarings and heavy booted, simmering anger of privileged self-righteousness. Now it seems to be a persistent frequency, even amongst those whom i had believed to be like-minded, open-minded, souls. You can't teach an old dogmatist new tricks, they dig in the heels, lock their jaws, snarl and froth, vicious guardians of the inflexible constructions by which they measure identity. It's both sad and somewhat frightening. But this, too, i must let go, if i do not wish its madness to consume me.

Yamamoto Tsunetomo Quote: “Light matters should be dealt with seriously. Serious matters should be dealt with lightly.”

Driving the Cabs. Old photo of Young me at Bedford Boys Club (1985?) > Gestalt Corps were supporting Cabaret Voltaire.

BACK OUT INTO THE ONCOMING TRAFFIC

                                               THAT'S WHERE THE REAL ACTION IS
NOT HERE
                       NOT WHERE THE FACES ARE UPSIDE DOWN
                                                                               AND THE SUGAR DRIPS
LIKE LOST SOULS

                                                             NOTHING TO BE SAID TO MAKE IT BETTER
                                    JUST THE EMPTY GLASS
                    THE BROKEN WINDOW
       THE FOOL ON THE HILL WITH HIS GUN
                                                                           & HIS NEED
                                             TO POSSESS

                       MAKING NEW ENEMIES IN SMALLTOWN
                                                                                             PARANOIA
WAITING FOR RAIN
                                TO WASH THE TREES CLEAN
                                                                             WAITING FOR THE CHAINS
                  TO BREAK
                                               AS IT ALL SPINS ROUND
                                                      AND ROUND
                                          AND ROUND.

PERSONAL NEWS OF A PRE-RECORDED NATURE
It never stops
there's always some new music
that i've just got to hear
download
burn
buy
spin
I always thought i'd've 'made it' as a musician
if the money i spent buying other peoples' music
was equal to the money i earned from making my own
i never 'made it'
Now i wonder
how much i spent over the years?
when money was tight i'd part exchange
sell and swap
just to keep on hearing something new
feeling it work its magic and fill me with those otherworldly
vibrations
that are almost as essential to me as water
food
light

LAST YEAR THERE WERE RELEASES DROPPING OUT OF THE SKY HERE, THERE & EVERYWHERE. IT'S JUST THE WAY IT WAS, COLLABORATIONS, SPONTANEOUS PROJECTS, GUEST APPEARANCES ETC. A COUPLE DIDN'T MAKE IT FOR ONE REASON OR ANOTHER; ONE OF THESE IS THE PETER HOPE & DAVID HARROW SUFFERHEAD EP, ORIGINALLY RELEASED BACK IN 1985 ON INK RECORDS BUT NOW RE-RELEASED BY THE EVER SUPPORTIVE KiNETiK RECORDS FROM GREECE. THE EP HAS BEEN COUPLED WITH OUR 2013 'FOLLOW UP' AND IS RELEASED AS AN EDITION OF 150 WITH 100 ON WHITE VINYL & 50 ON BLACK, MAKING THE BLACK VINYL THE LIMITED EDITION! >NICE TOUCH FROM HEAD HONCHO SAVVAS, THERE. IT'S GREAT TO GET THESE TEN TRACKS OUT AND SOUNDING PRIMO. BIG THANKS TO ALL WHO WERE INVOLVED.
TASTER ON BUY ON BANDCAMP
HEAR SIDE A ('85) ON SOUNDCLOUD

2020's SECOND RELEASE IS THE HOOHA HUBBUB ALBUM BY REVBJELDE & RELEASED THROUGH BURIED TREASURE. ALAN GUBBY IS THE MAIN MAN AND DRIVING FORCE BEHIND BOTH THE LABEL AND THE BAND, AND I HAVE TO SAY IT'S BEEN A TOTAL PLEASURE WORKING WITH HIM. THE BAND ARE TOP-DRAWER AND ALAN'S REALLY GET A STRONG AESTHETIC AND KNOWS HOW TO GET PEOPLE TO TAKE NOTICE. THERE'S ALREADY BEEN HALF A DOZEN GREAT REVIEWS AND IT'S NOT OFFICIALLY OUT TO THE WORLD BEYOND THE LABELS' BANDCAMP UNTIL THE START OF MARCH.
THE VINYL ALBUM EVEN COMES COMPLETE WITH DOWNLOAD CODE, COASTER, A TEXT/ART INSERT AND A REDUX CD. THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD BE DONE. HATS OFF!
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Random luck/chance got me here <>
i started out looking at a graveyard of classic Cadillac hearses
but took a left turn into a WrongWay street
and ended up in Corolla County.

Consuming this species of algae were immediately obvious "To understand Qi, is to understand the mystery of life..." the traditions of socialist feminism and anarchism towards patients becomes tiring. A young girl was suffering from eczema, and scratching herself to bleeding point, on the toxic evils of capitalism and white supremacy, in the whirl of upward mobility, clash of nations, and particularly, wartime and its after-effects. 4,500 channels of inflight entertainment and any additional premium for pre-existing medical cover, That is brilliant! Unfortunately, some of those people will bring you to the most magical and heartbreaking moments of the much-sought-after Zouk classic. Together we can tell doctors that the public cut short from a car accident when she was 21, by showcasing a project and even volunteer hands-on labor during the ongoing renovation effort in the three-floor building. A funny or surprising moment can generate so much symmetry, proportion, and columns, protecting the freedom of thought and expression that are essential to democracy. Intense and deeply personal, the Japanese distributed films to theaters serving Black viewers. In an era where women still represent the minority of queer, heavy, and disabled bodies reimagines the white box as a communal Drug Repurposing Hub at bus stops and subway stations, often blending them in with signs and wall panels.\

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RE-EXIT
Mongolian artist Davaajargal Tsaschikher, of rock band Mohanik, joins Chinabot to release a solo album Titled Re Exist, the ambient soundscape gives modern form to traditional Mongolian instruments and belief systems.
The record uses punk, psychedelic and noise alongside folk techniques to explore the concept of continuous space.

Davaajargal Tsaschikher, a sound artist from Ulaanbaatar, is releasing his latest album Re Exist on 12th of February. Although best known at home for his work in popular rock band Mohanik, his solo project is ambient, contemplative electronic folk music that explores space, time and texture, using traditional Mongolian instruments in an entirely modern way.

The release is a collection of years of experiments, including his work in the 2017 Venice biennale. There, he collaborated with Alva Noto and a group of Mongolian throat singers, building the distinctive sound of the Morin Khuur, field recordings and mouth harp into a brooding, trance-like dirge.

Drawing from psychedelic, punk and sound art, Re Exist’s expansive soundscapes convey a sense of repetitive vastness. Not only recalling the physical landscape of Mongolia, they also describe the local belief system, Tengrism, in which endless reincarnation into new dimensions plays a central role.

“It is really interesting to focus on ancient Mongolian rituals which connect or communicate with nature and old spirits,” Tsaschikher says. “I sense a really strong feeling and deep communication when I meet a shaman.”

“In some ways, it feels like humans and natural spirits never die. I believe that there is reincarnation or re-existence. There must be a different dimension of time and space.”

Highly recommended HERE

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HERE - 100th A&P, Murchison 15.2.20 (PH)
ABOVE - Harry Roseman, “2019-1” (2019), acrylic on paper, 17 1/2 x 24 inches

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2/1/2020

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Lying there inside the machine
      as it searches for
                        detached muscle
                                                                          listening to the clicks
                                                                 scrapes, buzzing &
beeps
                 whatever happened to the Dum Dum Boys?
                                                                     whatever happened to the feeling
that i could
                              walk all day
                                             lift and carry
                                                              go the furthest quickest

out                                                                                                          last
                                             all comers ?     <>     ?

The MRI machine is a large, tube-shaped machine that patients lie within, and the MRI creates a strong magnetic field around the patient. The magnetic field and related pulses of radio waves produce signals from the body that are detected and converted into images by a computer.

A MARRIAGE MADE IN HELLVEN

CLAN DESTINE REGULAR AND SLUDGE TECHNO GENI MARSHALL APPLEWHITE GOES HAM WITH THEE CLAN DESTINE BACK CATALOGUE

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By creating a network of sanctuaries that safeguard at least 30% of the cynical attempt to drum up interest amid low enthusiasm more people can see something without us handling it. Dilan Cruz died two days later, on the day of his high school graduation, from wounds caused by a “bean bag” munition shot at the back of his head by an ESMAD officer. Once the project is complete Goliath fires the tear gas without having to check whether it might make you sick. During one of the first blackouts, on Sunday, March 10, 2019, violence, hyperinflation, censorship, and massive migration turned the national museums into ideological voiceboxes for the regime and its accomplices. The cuts, the hurts, the fractures. That’s eight thousand. To get you in the mood for this year-long odyssey of mayhem, madness and, oh so much more … here’s a preliminary list of viewing for your delectation and research.

REVISITING THE BURNT_OUT BUS (pt.3)

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Sheroanawe Hakihiiwe, “Thari Keki [Protection shield]” (2018), acrylic on mulberry paper. 70 x 50 cm. Colección del Museo de Arte de Lima, Perú (photo by Julio Osorio, image courtesy of Abra Caracas Gallery)

Excerpt from 'THIS THING' (PH2020)

What hands do i have? This is slipping away from me and i’ve got no will to fight it. I know it’s tiring me out. Discomfort. Oldness? I can’t tell anymore. Static moments have to be chased down and held still. Then it all becomes less important. Enjoy the process. All limbs aligned to different degrees of intrusive pain. This clicking mind that will not rest, yet cannot hold focus. I want to be busy in the other room but i won’t let myself in. Dancing on the void’s lip, neither falling nor jumping, just waiting. Wanting to switch over to a different rhythm but not taking the first step. The first beat. The first born. The first breath. After all isn’t the whole damn thing about birth, blood and death? And always there’s another room or another place you can go to if you really want to make the changes. But i won’t let myself in. And i won’t come out to meet you half way. Leave your pain killers at the door, your agony is worthless here. Cutting where no cutting needs be done, like an inward stroke that flashes against my belly and screams ugly into my chosen path. There is no need to make value judgements, all that matters is whether you like it or you don’t like it. Simplification of an ocean of internalised negative conversation. The crowning glory falls from the top of the tower and crashes to the hard earth below, exploding like a hazel iris and leaving us all with nothing left to prove.

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David Reed, “#726” (2005–10/2018–19), acrylic, oil, and alkyd on polyester, 108 x 56 inches

Born in 1946, and informed by his close study of Renaissance and Baroque painting techniques as well as the work of Pop Artists, Minimalists, and Conceptualists, Reed possesses a technical command that far outpaces other artists of his generation. His palette, which seems to include every existing artificial color, has no peer.

RVCK DOES THINGS THAT I LIKE. I CANNOT SAY EXACTLY WHY. THERE IS A CHANCE ELEMENT TO ALL DISCOVERY
https://virtua94records.bandcamp.com/album/no-advice
HERE HERE HERE

HERE IN THE COMPOUND we have entertained a smattering of livestock over the past 3 years. 4 Chickens (Shavers) have come and gone, replaced now by 2 black hens and six chicks (sex yet to be determined). There were a 3 geese, 2 female and a gander. One goose and the gander got gifted elsewhere and the remaining goose and her 9 goslings hung around for a while until they decided to head off across the fields. A year later, out of the blue 4 geese came waddling across the field, hung out for the day in the same spot they head their pen, then pissed off, never to be seen again. At the end of last year we got 2 lambs, 1 female, 1 male. The last 2 days have been spent dealing with 'fly-strike'... a particularly gross bit of parasitical behavior where small green flies lay there eggs in the sheep's wool, these eggs hatch incredibly quickly and get busy eating there way into the sheep. So it's been all about writhing maggots and nasty chemicals. Only one of the sheep has been affected and we think we caught it in time. They reckon that it only takes about 7 days for the sheep to die from the blood poisoning caused by the excreted maggot urine. Lovely!

The theme is the imprisonment of the mind. The mind can be a jailer for many who choose to confine their life to their current reality. We’re living like Zombies and it is definitely time for a change. From the smallest of krill to the majestic killer whale.
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1/17/2020

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(the listening experience)
I don't like all of it.
                                     But then, I'd never expect anyone
         to like all of what I do either.
If I tried to make
                                  what everyone liked
            then I'd be just another
                                               dead swan
              on the great fuckin' pile of
                                                                 dead swans

We do not accept funding from anyone who wants to compromise the cosmic textures of the universe of eyeballs that follow you through the dream space; rabbits emerge from black voids, in response to a column written by Bob Jones in which he called for a new “Māori Gratitude Day” where Māori bring Pākehā breakfast in bed. Among toxin-exposed children, the researchers found that the proportion of cognitive loss that results from exposure to chemicals used in flame retardants, called polybrominated diphenyl ethers (PDBEs), and organophosphate pesticides increased from 67 percent to 81 percent. He occupied a commanding oak armchair of sorrow, poverty, loss and the general end of this god forsaken planet. A failure to reckon with this history would be a failure to properly contextualize the president’s current threats to combat, highlight, or heal sociopolitical invisibility. (let us know if you'd like them gift-wrapped).

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The show of otherworldly electronica. This week, I focus on the Buried Treasure Records PLUS there's a treat from the band Revbjelde of epic proportions.
Special thanks to Alan Gubby of Buried Treasure (www.buriedtreasure.bandcamp.com)

LISTEN HERE

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In your drift you are generous green, reaching up to touch clouds and swaying easy on the aftershock. One man limping through it as dislikes clash head-on with a rose hue of misdemeanor past. Ventilated for high activity, shrewd in a tight spot and captivating in an ordinary sense. She was ready for the fluster but somehow it had dwindled down to just a small glass jar’s worth of inconsistencies. Some weird and over stated emporium came riding in under the cover of dark and set up shop, right there, in our faces. Prime sites and prime targets scuffle tooth and nail-file for an unaffiliated opportunity. A pyramid sale. A corner table. A quick modification. Even a hot date with an homosexual amputee. What could be more real than bad narcotics and a cosmetically accurate face mask? Driven out of the room by my mind and whipped through the doorway in defamatory hostage threats. So many stooping to pick up what they have yet to drop, unrealistically convinced all they desire will be on the floor in front of them somewhere between here and the indescribable evolution of the merest unconvincing time-saving hand tool. Fresh up and willing, holding the fort and placing left foot after right in this huge and pointless race to be forgotten too quick by too few. Reality check. Not much figuring to do but still scratching the surface of the fontal lobe, the rats nest of glimmering destitution scenarios and hopeless investments. Twenty years ago i was fresh out of patience. It closed it’s door on me and i stood back and watched myself rise up from the ineptitude of it all. No one even asked to see my ticket.

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WALKING TALL WITH A 9 YEAR OLD

Turned out in contemplation
of something older
the jam glitched and turned into a sour jazzfuck
enough of that
enough of wishing on a stocks and shares portfolio

Never be fooled by a man in a suit
the uniform of deceit and
unconvincing superiority
the ultimate symbol of the con and the lie
they need your support for authentication
but luckily they are incapable of dressing down convincingly
an empty glass never looks full

I put my head into the waterfall and found its truth
not that it was ever in question
the sliding backwards
the holding on
and the clash of conversation under the
pixelating summer light
as it glints lancing shafts of brilliance through
the native bush
one voice talk goat paths and rotten wood
whilst the other younger voice chatters of
international youtube followers and monetaristic software value

The water slaps me in the face
dropping from the heights like a bun of tricks
the sweet sound of foolish humanity
wise enough to not
take itself seriously
and all this barely an hour from my back door

PH 18.01.20 top - JEANNE_BROUSSEAU / bottom - MRS_GEORGE_DUNHAM

WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS THERE WILL STILL BE THIS MOMENT. AT THIS MOMENT I AM LISTENING TO RVCK // YOU CAN TOO IF YOU FOLLOW THIS LINK

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NOSTALGIA

nostalgia |nɒˈstaldʒə|
noun [ mass noun ]
a sentimental longing or wistful affection for a period in the past: I was overcome with acute nostalgia for my days in prison.
• something done or presented in order to evoke feelings of nostalgia: an evening of TV nostalgia.

ORIGIN
late 18th cent. (in the sense ‘acute homesickness’): modern Latin (translating German Heimweh ‘homesickness’), from Greek nostos ‘return home’ + algos ‘pain’.

British scientist J.D. Bernal: “[Bernal] envisioned the consummation of rationality and desire not so much as making human life better, but of transforming the human into some sort of posthuman species-being.” Bernal published a book called The World, The Flesh and the Devil in 1929, which foresaw how
[…] scientific corporations might well become independent states and be enabled to undertake their largest experiments without consulting the outside world […] The world might, in fact, be transformed into a human zoo, a zoo so intelligently managed that its inhabitants are not aware that they are there merely for the purposes of observation and experiment.

M O R E I N F O H E R E

I)I)I)I)I)I)I)I)I)

always more to listen to than i have time for // always worth more time than there are hours // always something unexpected that i can't always afford // always having to move forward as i glance back at the wake of invention. W8

C L A R I F I C A T I O N - listen here

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1/3/2020

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Looking OUT into Blank Skin Life and dropping the baton. The cut is the same as always and GRAVITY is forever on the side of the falling U.S. Bombs. We are strange vertical MEAT captured in tins or plastic sheathed on POLYSTYRENE trays. Commodified and consummated.
Helps alleviate pain in knees, heels and aching legs caused by stress when walking. Dipping in and sluicing out as the GAME unfolds. A strange light emanating from under the carpet. Wishbones cover the threshold and get stuck in our claws as we CRAWL in, coughing from the thick smoke of ignorance and glorification. Where is my SPECIAL hamper? without ever focusing on what made it problematic in the first place. NOW the radical wind buoys up our apathy and disappointingly offers more favoring of today’s ableism in disabled people’s futures. Cache can be router and network based, so if both devices were on the same network, it may be possible for both of them to be cached on outdated content. Heavens above, is this not the opposites of the choice between saving a GIANT Panda or a GOLDEN Eagle?
"I was previously so paranoid that it became the truth. A nation of stalkers and snitches.
I never caught taxis for a while and took the batteries out of radios."

Yuri Suzuki, Sound of the Earth Chapter 2 (2019)

FIRMAMENT

don't speak up or out
stay quiet
don't compete
already too many empty words
and token gestures
small rumours
of great events
that never happen

the trees are falling
the earth giving way beneath
our wheels and our minds

jump clear
make it count for something
for anything

the eternal flies
circle and buzz
and now we see the dancing ghosts
in a tragic dust
of failed dreams
and dynamic indifference

today it starts to change
the past grows soft
decaying from the centre
losing heart
the shape distorted
with a great
fermenting
of nothing more

firmament |ˈfəːməm(ə)nt|
noun literary
the heavens or sky: thunder shakes the firmament | figurative : one of the great stars in the American golfing firmament.

(Faux Fauxtograffi VIETNAM 2019)

Karnow found that, as widely advertised, the Communist regime, after putting thousands of South Vietnamese in harsh reeducation camps, and driving thousands more to flee the country as boat people, has changed course dramatically; up to a point, it encourages private property, capitalism (including such bourgeois distractions as golf courses and fashion shows). It has eased party controls and invented new views of "socialism" attributed, after his death, to Ho Chi Minh: "Under socialism, the poor should get rich and the rich get richer."

How to get a job often comes down to one elite personal asset, and many people still don't realize it
Up to 80% of jobs are filled through personal connections, yet networking is vastly underestimated as a key to getting ahead in a career. That needs to change.
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West Belfast: Two men arrested over attempted murder in Poleglass
The victim, who is in his 20s, sustained head and facial injuries in an attack on Sunday morning.

(Christian Voyce 'Saturday Abstract' 2019)

Marcel      Duchamp, “Why Not Sneeze?”
          (1921/1964), painted         metal
                 cage, wood, marble,                 cuttlefish
    bone,             thermometer.

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FROM MUTHASHIP TO DEAFNOISE

On this occasion i take different parts of my head out of the equation. The idea of what’s right and what’s wrong is flawed. There’s nothing to it. Inside the bone-dome i find plastic bottle tops and license plates, half smoked peace pipes and scorched underwear. The toxic cloud hovers overhead, casting shadows of doubt and unbelievable heroes. I straddle the donkey and covert messy orgasms and floral bedspreads. There’s no safe path out of here, they’ve all been undermined. Either that or reconstituted into Action Meals (We Kill for Your Thrill); (the consumerist product of the year for the 3rd time!!!) Bad positioning will get you in the end, the funnels will block and the ramps will jitter to a strange crystallized contraction, new wings will sprout but they won’t come to anything, failures and haphazard functionality all twisted up in nipple clamps and anal retribution. My mask slips and i punch myself in the face. Clickety fuckin click, goes my unhinged shoulder; nails turning black; eliminated from my only means of expression; coconut calcification at the edge of the hoopla dictorium, oh yeah, for sure, they tell it like it is except it ain’t nuthin like they see it. Look around you, we all smell a rat and you’re just there twitchin’. What the hell, what’s a man meant to think these days? This street or that street, it doesn’t matter in the end ‘cos no-one’s goin’ nowhere. Simple progress. Keeping it all ship-shape. Predictive text. Restrictive sex. Addictive hex. Reflective perspex. There’s something about the present that is nervous, a high water mark of confused misunderstanding or a fistful of straw and a sagging camel. Is there a way to distance ourselves from the melee without completely detaching the consumptive drip. What’s nourishment and what’s poison? Is everything interchangeable depending on perspective?

FROM DEAFNOISE TO MUTHASHIP

It's a wonderful world but I think I'm the only one saying that. We've killed all the animals and those that remain, we've imprisoned them. We divided up the land with essential infrastructure that the rabbit warren is now a confine. No more wondering on the free land of hope and glory because the focus is on the car never mind these now ever decreasing pedestrians. I had a walk and the path ended. Who gave cars priority over these old way back ley lined tracks? In times where cows and horses once trodden led by the cheeky milkmaid who always had a handy hand for those with lusty ways of the country air. I still myself to look closer at the end of this path and can only hear/feel the cacophony of these machines whizzing by, gleefully ignoring the 30mph speed limits. What was it like back then, back before the Industrial Revolution? What did we hear? What did you hear? The wind rippling on the trees? The silent glide of passing clouds? A river nearby and crows cawing on the drystone walls? Could we wander at freewill then? Were people more contended? The early call to plough the land with the raspy breath of the Shire Horses keeping a keen eye on the Four Horseman? Even though I have the windows closed, I hear passing traffic. Everything is just traffic. More traffic today compared to yesterday as the car dealers flog off their broken lies of freedom on the road. Have we really forgotten the past? What's the point of archeologists if they can't tell the dire warnings of the past? War is perhaps the greatest equaliser of all these days. What a decade to look forward to as the powers that be gleefully rub oil stained hands and push for more rocket missile programmes. For whose benefit? Mankind? Man Kind? Kind Man? I doubt it somehow. It's like saying Humanity. Whose Man Is It? A contradiction of the phonetics. Perhaps it is my speech impediment? Perhaps my deafness is the voice of God? Silence. Silenced. Tinnitus? The voice of unreasonable. Psychosis. Chronic Paranoid Psychosis. Paranoid Delusional Psychosis. Why do they write such words in my medical records? Perhaps I am doG<ma?

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KANGAROO - D.H. LAWRENCE
Surprisingly relevant and current, despite being almost a hundred years old.

'One of the sharpest fictional visions of the country and its people'
Gideon Haigh

English writer Richard Lovat Somers seeks broader horizons than those of fading post-war Europe, and so, with his wife Harriet, he travels to Australia to discover for himself the people and the way of life in this vast land of opportunity.
All too quickly, however, the Somers are caught up in an urgent battle for the political future of Australia. Richard struggles with his past and his personal ideology as he finds himself in a deadly tug-of-war between the mesmerising fascist Kangaroo and the feisty communist Willies Struthers.
In this semi-autobiography novel, Lawrence express his own gospel of personal integrity, and with vivid insight penetrates the realities and illusions of the Australian outlook – its gusty individuality, its self-conscious democracy, its open-heartedness and its volatile resentments.

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I am an interesting and not boring girl, from the very childhood I have been active and cheerful. You can not get bored with me. When I get into the company, I always behave myself and bring zest to the company. In the house, I am calm, balanced and I bring comfort. I also behave with dignity in guests. I want to know the world and be happy! I like to do a lot of things, I like to learn a lot, I like many kind of sports, I am ready to try everything that does not harm my health and examine the roadblocks patients face in accessing medicinal cannabis. In Japan though, fake food is a whole other story. The town sits in a valley where two rivers meet. This encouraged strong local handicraft production, and Hachiman became known for paper, knives and indigo dyeing. About one in 12 men and one in 200 women experience color blindness, with the large majority of those cases being anomalous trichomacy, a type of partial color blindness in which colors lose their vibrancy. Please see our schedule of unusual hours .

Same water....................////// and this too was------------------------------------categories ___________________prudence and over_______________________________________________of other seasonal alterations compared______________________no real _________________Under the new__________________//// easier finance options_________________criminality----------------------------& great _____________________________discussion. (------sexual persuasion). Consumers are............................//__________ “false-flag operation.”

Vaporwave is an Internet-based microgenre that was built upon the experimental and ironic tendencies of genres such as chillwave and hypnagogic pop. It draws primarily on musical and cultural sources from the 1980s and early 1990s while also being associated with an ambiguous or satirical take on consumer capitalism and technoculture.[3] Early incarnations of vaporwave relied on the sampling of sources such as Japanese city pop, smooth jazz, retro elevator music, R&B, lounge music, and dance music from the 1980s and 1990s.[6] The music consists of "brief, cut-up sketches", cleanly produced, and composed almost entirely from samples,[3] along with the application of slowed-down chopped and screwed techniques, looping, and other effects.[5][3][12] Critic Adam Trainer writes of the style's predilection for "music made less for enjoyment than for the regulation of mood," such as corporate stock music for infomercials and product demonstrations.[20] Musicologist Adam Harper described the typical vaporwave track as "a wholly synthesised or heavily processed chunk of corporate mood music, bright and earnest or slow and sultry, often beautiful, either looped out of sync and beyond the point of functionality.

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                                                                 A spasm in which life is continually lacerated
on a beach of a decapitated
                   chicken, the absolute, base embodiment of all human                                experience. Crawling
           through sand like insects across a
                                 rice field in a loincloth in drag                                                 and nearly naked with grotesque
                     movements in a spectacle of heady sexuality
                                                                 and chronic illnesses caused by nuclear war.

Tatsumi Hijikata 深瀬昌久: スイカを喰う土方巽(大),
photograph by Masahisa Fukase, “Tatsumi Hijikata Eating a Watermelon (large)” (1970)

“good” and “bad” or

“beautiful” and “ugly”

disruptive and farcical

embracing a young woman

supernatural weasel

viscerally chomping

painted white

used in a 1965 performance

Tatsumi Hijikata 鳥居良禅: 肉体の叛乱 (男根), photograph by Ryozen Torii, “Revolt of the Body,
Tatsumi Hijikata Wearing a Golden Phallus” (1968)

LISTEN <><><> GUN CLUB <><><><> Watermelon MAN <><><> LISTEN

It is December. Perhaps it should be summer. 41.8002° S, 172.3337° E. Rainfall exceeding all expectations. And still it Rains. And still i catch up. Various from November.

TOO PISSED TO HIT’N’RUN

i have track flood blinkers
i’m an over- thinker
sticking tape on windows
blocking every chink of light
so i might sink into oblivion
and disappear into this demonic night

all these black neck kissers
needle sticking well wishers
too pissed to hit’n’run
blocked in by twisted strings
all flicked and uncrossed
until i’m lost at last
to all and everything

Q

Quarter of everything
goes to the guy with the wet mouth
make no mistakes
about his appearance
he is not a fresh
strawberry & cream tart

Quieter than ever before
the crack has filled with silence
on either side
there is a soft shuddering
as the space
becomes a defined anti-form

NATURAL BORN SCOUNDRELS

they just don’t quit
they just tuck right in and bite
first your hands and your neck
then your lips and eye-lids
they are a slow death of sorts
drop by drop stealing your life
swooping down
and in and around
it doesn’t matter how you describe it
or what you think
nature is going to kill you
and there’s not a thing you can do
today i feel it deep in my muscles
as they peel from my bones
and all i can do is carry on
just like i did before
hoping the pain won’t get too much
but really not having a clue how long
i can keep it up
how long i can shrug it off
caught up in the midst of a shift
old guard and new blood
reckless dreamers with 2-stroke engines
and tungsten tips
heavy tales of K-code finales
as the bio-security scoundrels
break out the heavy weapons
because what you can’t see
can hurt you
and we falter and slip down
in-between the roots
the sawdust clogging our airways
and our fears manifest
microscopic and ultimate

//////\\\\\\ In Abadan, Iran, on August 19, 1978, as the Cinema Rex audience watched Masoud Kimiai’s The Deer (1974) — a rebellious, street-level drama starring Behrouz Vossoughi, one of Iran’s most versatile actors — four individuals barred the entrances and doused the theater with gasoline. An estimated 400-plus people were killed as the building went up in flames.

Following public shootings in El Paso, Texas and Dayton, Ohio, which totaled in 31 deaths, Universal Pictures are withholding the release of factional satire

This is the latest example of reactionary governments blaming fictional creations for societal ills in the face of real-world horrors. Khoshbakht refers to this phenomenon as “mass graves of collective consciousness.” \\\\\\//////

PEOPLE vs. OIL vs. PEOPKLE vs. OPIL vs. IPOLPE vs. LIO vs. PESOPLE vs. UOL

over 50 people, from toddlers to grandparents, danced in the streets
a bright pink Mercedes, an oil-covered seabird and a fax machine
Shopping, or as an economist would refer to it, consumption, is the lifeblood of a modern economy, making up over 70% of all economic activity.
After his military discharge, his father became a furious alcoholic, abusive, and unable to hold down a job, so the family was supported by his mother, who had dreamed of being an actress.

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They say this is California, a collective effort and a real good time. It isn’t. It’s a run down backdrop of Ugly Street, a rip in the fabric, bad blood on the floor. She walked as tall as the next man, swung her hips and flashed her eyes. Deep within someone else was sleeping and they were full of contradiction and feelings of despair. She just kept going, right on into the river, hardly slowing down as the grey slew of it pressed in around her like a physical assault. She changed her name, bought a different bag, held her breath and aimed for the opposite bank. She’d heard there was a mud village, less than a days walk away, where the Shaman had a candy-store and wore diamanté earrings. The women of the village lived between branches, elevated from the hard packed earth, in pulsing houses of flesh and bone. She was driven on by the corrupt possibilities of re-birth, mass-suicide and sublimation. Emerging from the shallows with a trail of striped polythene in her wake she shook herself like dog and crashed into the undergrowth growling and sobbing. Everywhere and nowhere had called her constantly. She could never keep still or settle into the kind of routine thought to be normal. It was strong and wild out there, the stem was bent and the signals clicking and sparking as the connection failed.

Side effects mild, brief with single antidepressant dose of intravenous ketamine
National Institutes of Health researchers found that a single, low-dose ketamine infusion was relatively free of side effects for patients with treatment-resistant depression. Elia Acevedo-Diaz, M.D., Carlos Zarate, M.D., and colleagues at the NIH's National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH) report their findings in the Journal of Affective Disorders.

Studies have shown that a single, subanesthetic-dose (a lower dose than would cause anesthesia) ketamine infusion can often rapidly relieve depressive symptoms within hours in people who have not responded to conventional antidepressants, which typically take weeks or months to work. However, widespread off-label use of intravenous subanesthetic-dose ketamine for treatment-resistant depression has raised concerns about side effects, especially given its history as a drug of abuse.

"The most common short-term side effect was feeling strange or loopy," said Acevedo-Diaz, of the Section on the Neurobiology and Treatment of Mood Disorders, part of the NIMH Intramural Research Program (IRP) in Bethesda, Maryland. "Most side effects peaked within an hour of ketamine administration and were gone within two hours. We did not see any serious, drug-related adverse events or increased ketamine cravings with a single-administration."

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In our version of history the world is flat and oval with deep lateral grooves where demons and despots breed. The great scythe comes calling 3 times a day, regular as clockwork with a vast orange blade. Sleep with one eye awakened to the possibilities of broken dreams. New manifestations riddle the barren eternity, thoroughfares and dwellings etched into the surface, denying sacrifice to the outer-dimensional blade. And from these complex warrens, open to the sky, all madness is magnified as it comes up against a wall, over and over again. A maze beyond conclusion in which we must suffer constant restriction or stand up to be cut down, like corn. To size. In his prime. With certainty. There is a point when history starts repeating itself. The burning quest to define infinity. The snake, as a circle, consuming its own tail. All is looked over with god/man morals invented by the man/god in order to be the imagined reflection of some higher energy. Celebration of ego will always cut off its own nose. It will always be worse than ever. Limping backwards into the future/into an early grave, clothes burning and the stink of rotten magpies, heaped up, in the heart of the land. The beast is on the roof again, ripping off the gutters and rattling the chimney. The phaunos is risen, his seed to be spread far and wide.

The idealistic facade of manicured lawns
and homogeneity is easily
                                                   cracked when considering the statistics.
                                Cisco is 45 minutes
                                                                                   from the nearest town, and
has no running water,
                                                                                   grocery, gas station, or residents.                Anticipating the public’s rejection of government, trans and queer models
                                                                                    with their trucks
presenting opportunities for subversion and creative destruction in and
                                                                            around Tel Aviv, Jerusalem,
                             the Negev desert, and in the occupied West Bank.                       suburbia as a haven for nuclear families
                                                                                             first, women in the town were not allowed to work,
                         thus stabilizing the point of existence, the rustic lifestyle, desert climate,
                                                                                              second, African Americans were barred from living in Greenbelt, an exclusive invitation to a ‘money can’t buy’ experience.
                                                                              With the mantra “in the world, but not of it” nestled into the hillside ruins of a Palestinian village bombed and evacuated during the 1948 War.
                                                                                      Economy’s inaccessibility was intentional.
           Though entrance is free, parking is not.

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I think a lot of people have feelings of low-key imposter syndrome all the time

I’m going to climb up on that truck and take my pants off

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passing amongst people

i see myself as a black space

slightly dulling

or dirtying

whatever colour they are bringing

to the party

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hundreds and hundreds

of miles covered every week

jangling to the insulting conflict

of combustion engines

at once parachutist

fat hog rider and charioteer

it’s hot work for a cold horizon

yin-yang and military edition

plum jam

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Bill was hog-tied and naked and they were pissing on him. Do you pay your money and take your choice, or not pay your money and still take your choice. O ye of little faith! Bill didn’t know anymore. He was beyond himself. Maybe they’d towed his car away. Whose game is this? I am an anti-christ. Always so many fragments flashing through the branches in sunlight and moonlight. Pushing into the corners and accelerating hard out. Inventor of the lozenge technique, which states:- Any human encounter should be measured by one lozenge. If you feel ok after the lozenge has gone, be warned, the likelihood of you wanting to kill yourself, once alone again, is increasing whilst you are deluding yourself. Choose a lozenge that works best for you. They were there again. Bodies, rough hands, pulling him this way and that, pushing into him. Bill was floating up now. Transcending. Whereabouts on the line do we put ourselves in order to leave the corporeal impediment. How extreme must the mining be to find that vein of riches beyond all value? How much later must we leave it? How much further must we fall? How much is lies and bullshit? How much is that doggy in that window? Watch this space. Dogs get feral. Voyeurs and exhibitionists. Symbiotic couplings of intimate disintegration. A personality split. A comb with false teeth. A rugged hetero from a romance novella. A smear of blood on a toilet seat. 5 minutes, that’s all we’ve got.

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Alvin Baltrop
Born December 11, 1948[1]
The Bronx, New York City [1]
Died February 1, 2004 (aged 55)
New York City, New York, U.S.

Chat isn’t just chat in New Zealand, it’s connection, possibly the only social interaction of a person’s day, if they are isolated, out of work or lonely. I have been all of those things, and I have valued casual exchanges as proof that I’m still human, still worth talking too, when my feelings and mind seem to be telling me otherwise.

______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________dilapidated buildings burn surrounded by debris, firemen, and police_________________________________________________________________________conveying the radiance of non-white skin, of red patterned towels, and of green-tinted walls_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________moments of intimacy and sex, steel beams and rippling water___________________________gas stations, parking lots, and underpasses, many lit only by street lamps________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ridges of buildings and bodies curve in their shadows; men wear their pants around their ankles or nothing except socks and shoes____________________________________________________big hair, jewelry, and eyes________________________

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“There is no such thing as liberty,' she heard the quiet, deep, dangerous voice of Don Ramón repeating. 'There is no such thing as liberty. The greatest liberators are usually slaves of an idea. The freest people are slaves to convention and public opinion, and more still, slaves to the industrial machine. There is no such thing as liberty. You only change one sort of domination for another. All we can do is to choose our master.”
― D.H. Lawrence, The Plumed Serpent

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THE SUMMER LURCH. Moving into it. One day clouds and rain. ONE DAY UNRELENTING CLARITY & HEAT. This to & fro is loved by sandflies, they swarm around my head as i split rounds of Beech. THEY SWIM in my eyes. My lips are swollen from their biting. After a mast year there is an increase in the numbers of mice, rats and stoats. PLAGUE PROPORTIONS. The Government has a policy of poison. Aerial drops of the contentious 1080. Abuse is common for those in the Department Of Conservation. CONTRADICTORY claims hold their ground. It cannot end well. Those with most guns are also the most REACTIONARY. I am the man in the middle with nothing to defend myself with except for a well used toilet brush. It is not my argument. PREDATOR FREE by 2050 is a fictional buzz-phrase. The POLITICIANS are afraid of losing face, looking stupid or incapable. And so they tell stories that CAN NEVER BE TRUE. We have zombie possums too. There is a poisoned rat in the shed. I have to watch the flies to see where it is. It's in and empty cider box along with a used vacuum cleaner dust bag. The numerous rubbish sacks in the kennel are a go-to venue for vermin. Soon the maggots are falling out of the torn plastic bags. I always seem to be the GARBAGE MAN. More rain is forecast this week. I will do my best to keep moving. The sandflies at the lake are vampires, swift and blood thirsty. You have to be a STRANGER or a MASOCHIST to chose this as a holiday destination. Later, the wasps will come, also in plague proportions. This country is PURE in comparison to many others and as such ripe for exploitation. The fields are over filled with dairy herds. The land not good enough to support them. And so chemicals are employed to kill weeds and artificially grow grass. The rivers take up the over-spill. The farmers are slaves to the banks who crack the industry's whip which demands that every last drop is milked. BOVINE mutations rule the economy. If REAL CHANGE can be implemented it will be done over spilled blood and SCREAMS of rape.

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In Iraq, the wives of soldiers have traditionally cut their hair as an act of erasing their femininity, viewing hair as both sexy and holy.
Dreaming is a gift. The ones you killed will return to you in your dreams.
Today, protesters in Iraq wash themselves with bottles of Coke, which helps minimize the effects of the gas.
Iraqi security forces began firing live ammunition and tear gas at civilian protesters.
They catch the grenades in their arms and throw them back at the police.

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