So, whilst my erstwhile co-labelee Pipe Dreams takes a well-earned sabbatical to Norwegia, I am holding this fort single-handed. Which means I can run riot and post whatever I want!

Oh wait, that’s what I always do.

So, in lieu of some actual airmail, here’s a spectacular song to wish him a good holiday:

LIVE and oh my yes live like a livewire, 10,000 volts of heavy heavy power.  What I wouldn’t give to hop in a time machine and head for Newport 57′.

She’s beyond amazing, no?

There’s also some actual footage of a different (but comtemporary I would guess) performance. However the sound qualty is pretty ropey and the camera work is ludicrous (was it filmed by the drummer’s mum??)

HAPPY HOLIDAY MR BROWN

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posted by MAGIC

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

e.e.cummings
this is my tiny contribution to Mărţişor. 

pretty lame to just rip someone's poem and repost it, 

but welcome to the days of the internetz. 

bring down your holy cows, literary types! bathe them in the grotesque
and the childlike and the vegetal.

i welcome march, renewal, love, change, smiles, empathy,
acceptance, strength, light

while honouring the old, tried-through-time-and-tested and dear,
the memories that will keep me running

for decades. 

interesting times indeed.

yours in gratitude.

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http://katilifox.wordpress.com/2010/09/20/pilgrimage-with-a-mantis/
Mon, 20 Sep 2010 18:15:40 +0000
nutshell
http://katilifox.wordpress.com/2010/09/20/pilgrimage-with-a-mantis/


blue jelly praying mantis are infectious little creatures. they sit and stare into space. they expand. they sit still and yet conquer all emptiness with everything in between. they just wait. they stretch time to infinity and they are reckless with this procedure. no need to tell yourself you’re not paranoid, because they will not mind either way and eat you up here and now. they will devour your toenails and hair as they are little tricotilomanic buggers. they reproduce that way, but this is not really science. today they’re not in my room, as they’ve gone to a pilgrimage to the virgin mary. they’ve sent their little brothers and sisters who are not quite so beautiful and skilled in eating humans. they are merely black patches of movement, they buzz and create little spots in my vision. they imprint on my right frontal lobe, they sing me songs of attraction, sandcastles and roots that are no longer alive, but still smell that way. they remind you of teeth covered in spitting games sandy rough crystal. it cuts your soul into two neat triangles of pain.
today the urge to write hit me again after an absence of more than a week. i did write things, but nothing major, and mostly things i had to write. however, the way things are going i cannot muster the strength to sustain it. i can start alright but the third sentence will kill me, for sure.
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http://katilifox.wordpress.com/2009/11/02/phew/
Mon, 02 Nov 2009 16:47:20 +0000
nutshell
http://katilifox.wordpress.com/2009/11/02/phew/


my yearning today is at least as great as when i was fifteen. it takes no effort at all, but my head is wobbly and i cannot make decisions or work properly. i am accompanied by that song ‘desireless’ by eagle-eye cherry that i once categorised as the sexiest song ever. i’m not so sure about that now, but it’s an awesome song.  
i want to laugh about it all.
deliverance. now. yes. please
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