Thursday, November 30, 2006


Denton Welch - he lived a very short life but produced a small but brilliant body of work. Hailed as the favourite writer of both William Burroughs and John Waters. Quite a reputation.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

A Testimonial

He do public lewdness.
He wail, he gnash teeth.
He storm Heaven, he protest.
He very bad fellow.

"Who, me?"

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Wanted: dead or alive

£1000, 000 REWARD
For information leading to the arrest, assasination or otherwise disposal of Anthony Osborne, aka The Cut-Up Kid, aka Tony The Rat, aka Champagne Charlie.

Wanted for grand lacerny, grievous philosophical arrogance and insurrection against the soul.

If spotted, approach with caution, this character is known to be dangerous.

I've got the horn.

Monday, November 27, 2006

some image

some images

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Jazz From Hell

So I said to this man

I said

That horn spits acid

That's what I said

Yes he said yes yes

He just punched me in the face

He said

But what does he do for an encore?

I said

Monday, November 20, 2006

Perpetual Motion Machine (excerpt from a work in progress).

James Chrome: Psychology as Artwork, the Artwork as Psychology
The Journal of Aberrant Psychology, vol. XXIII (Autumn 2005) 204 - 220
(excerpted from)

During this period, Frankie Zorn, while initiating no other contact with friends or colleagues, began to put together a series of constructs made up of miscellaneous elements. Much study remains to be carried out on these works, not least of which for the fact that, while doubtless each construct holds a variety of meanings for Zorn, the import remains extremely fugitive for any commentator. They represent a rich field of hermeneutic enquiry and the sheer density of association is likely to keep the critics (and psychologists!) busy for some time to come. Zorn is perhaps the most highly allusive artist in any medium since his beloved James Joyce and the critical enquiry into his work is still in its infancy.
The constructs would arrive at irregular intervals, each addressed to and clearly created for, a particular individual.
One such work, entitled Perpetual Motion Machine, delivered to Celia Crescent,consists of the following elements:

A) Pair of scuffed brown brogue shoes, identified as having been worn by James Joyce, Paris 1922-23.
B) Green silk scarf.
C) Sealed clear glass vitrine, apparently empty, bearing label stating: burning leaves, Autumn, 1997.
D) Audio tape, bearing label stating: NASA computer breakdown, the music of the quasars.
E) Strip of 35 mm film, identified as infamous section excised from Zorn's Dallas Impromptu, the so-called pornographic section colloquially known as Monroe's Revenge.

In parenthesis, it should be stated that Ms Crescent herself is clearly in possession of more information than the average Zorn commentator, but insists on playing her cards close to her chest, so to speak. To date she has volunteered little insight to any prospective interpreter. Given her closeness to Zorn, and considering the virulence of his oft-expressed opinions of critics, this is not surprising.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Posterity is silent, like the dead, and more pathetic.

For Percy Wyndham Lewis 18th November, 1882 - 7th March, 1957

Alas! necessity for big doll's show
in front of mouth
Visitation of Heaven on
English Miss
gums, canines of FIXED GRIN
Death's Head symbol of Anti-Life

BLESS the solitude of LAUGHTER

Friday, November 17, 2006

Neu Labour

The ship of state sails in a Westerly direction ...

but Tony Blair can't sustain an erection.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

"New" Labour

retail therapy

the black economy

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

jazz from hell

This man once played a leech in an underground remake

of The African Queen directed by this man.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Let X = A :(the elements of) -





Five things about me

I have been tagged by Mr Cultural Snow ( , so I have to think of five things about me ... right, I'm such a fascinating, multi-faceted chappie, that should be easy ... um ... let me think ... um
1)When I was three, I bit my tongue in half. My parents had to rush me to hospital, and then rush back home again to pick up the other half and rush back to hospital so the surgeons could sew it back on. The operation was, more or less, successful.
2)I got my nose broke in Staines town centre late one night many years ago, by some aggressive normals, for wearing bondage trousers ... I was a very early punk.
3)I play a mean alto sax ... a very mean alto sax.
4)My brain functions have been irreparably warped by intense and prolonged exposure to William Burroughs at an early and impressionable age. Thankfully.
5)I have delusions of omnipotence followed by bouts of intense self-loathing.

'Remember that it isn't always the sensational stuff that writers are looking for, it can just as easily be something that you take for granted like having raised twins or knowing how to grow beetroot. Mind you, if you know how to fly a helicopter or have worked as a film extra, do feel free to let the rest of us know about it.'

Thursday, November 09, 2006

King For A Day

I was peeled,
They found me at the city dump,
Looking for eternity
In an empty tin can.
(The intoxicating residue
of tomato sauce
and one squashed baked bean.
Empires have tottered
and fallen for less).

Here I stand,
My reeking, rotting
Life is good
When you're a man of substance.

Licenced fool,
Lord of Misrule.
I shall sit here
All the day long
And drool.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

The algebra of need





Monday, November 06, 2006

Sunday morning

And on the seventh day she rested from her labours.

Friday, November 03, 2006

Paging Dr Benway ...

This is an x-ray of my left lung.

This is what they found inside.

And this is me after the operation, lookin' good and feelin' fine.
I'm going to beat this thing.