ephemera

i moved me blog … to ephemera.truthbeauty.info - so update yer bookmarks etc…

here is one for your fuck off pocket :

They had made fleeting eye contact and then she disappeared. It was visceral, inexplicable, something beyond words. Little wonder the romantics were quivering.

what a load of bollix. she didn’t even notice him. but it certainly seems that it was beyond words if the quality of the writing is anything to go by.

but what is it about the ‘quality press’ in late capitalism that a story like this gets picked up? or more specifically : what is it about the desperado hacks at the age? was it the fact that “the pair” appeared on good morning america? maybe this is what made it newsworthy?

oh great! sonic youth performing daydream nation in its entirety at the metro as part of the don’t look back series on the same night that pj harvey plays melbourne’s hamer hall on her australian tour. that’s sensible planning. don’t concert promoters talk to each other?

but polly jean will win. why? because she is not a boring old has-been just going through the motions for money. don’t look back indeed.

on the other hand low playing everything we lost in the fire in east brunswick will be very tempting…

Here is an interview with web guru Mark Frauenfelder, blogger, Wired editor, writer and publisher of bOiNG bOiNG, from Michael Bank’s forthcoming book, Blogging Heroes (Wiley 2007). He is also the author of one of the fullest, most unreserved and unconditional public apologies it is possible to imagine : An apology to Ursula K Le Guin … Last I heard it hadn’t worked : Ursula is still cranky. Jeez. What does a bloke have to do?

elsewhere i am writing on loss and i have started a list there of all the things i’ve lost - at three thirty this morning i woke up remembering another item to add to the list : the patti smith piss factory single on the original mer label (and the stanley single by snatch!) were in that box of singles i sold for $100 at newtown markets when i was a desperate student in the late eighties … damn! i wonder how much that would be worth now … and also : i love that song … i lie there for about half an hour thinking about it in the dark night … the original piss factory single on the mer label … bought by me in 1976 … in the rough trade shop in london …
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i no longer have it … damn damn damn!!

ah well … but i was there … priceless … as the credit card ads say

and here is the song :

and there are the lyrics

(elsewhere i have written - as have others - about why patti smith mattered)