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THE RIGHT STUFF (10)
oh no. i did it again. well it looked so lonely out there all on its own.
so i brought him along to meet rest of the crowd.
i think this probably warrants an official obsession warning...
but let's face it, ain't he just a cutie?
the right stuff (9)
the right stuff (8)
the right stuff (7)
the right stuff (6)
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GOODBYE BASS BOY
there is so much that i don't understand.
y'know, sometimes i think about things and it all gets kinda kooked up.
i mean no-one wants to live forever, right? but how to make sense of this window of sentience?
to me, you will always be the shy young man with the melted bass guitar.
now, you are frozen in my time for as long as i am able to sustain my own window. you will grow old no more.
we have been to the moon, to everest, the poles and to the deeps. every cloudless night we look up and see the past.
but for what purpose are our perceptions so narrow-mindedly handcuffed to these tears-in-rain moments that play out in our gutter?
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WELCOME AND WELCOME BACK
some of this week's visitors have included:
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THROUGH THE KEYHOLE
i knowed i didn't got no right that's been writ down 'cepting that some culture's is all of ourn to share in.
and maybe i knowed the steve hart way of doing things with the molly malones and the kelly way in the iron.
and what we going to do when they come in their blood boots and their spit-in-your-face to fetch us in?
i mean the fear and the pain and the blood sometimes it boils over and th'only way to understand is through the mollys or see it through the slit of iron.
try seein' through the slit some day and watch what it all looks like.
ned kelly's armour
australian iron outlaw
ireland's myths and magic
history of ned kelly
the kelly gang
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REMEMBER TO POP BACK, YES?
here's just some of the people from around the world who have popped into god's own country this week.
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GUARANTEED TO WORK!
the whoops-o-matic
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NATIONAL POETRY DAY
yesterday i could not be inspired,
today i can be inspired,
tomorrow i cannot be inspired.
today is national poetry day
it is the time to rhyme
it is the anniversary of versery
on plumbing day i will
have the drip
on the tip
of my tap
sapped
but today is a day to be inspired
and gentlemen in england now a-bed
shall think themselves accursed they were not here
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JUST A THOUGHT
i've been wondering about this:
do you think it's possible to buy condoms from the body shop that have not been tested on animals?
the body shop
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READ THIS INSTEAD
oi! still wasting your time here? well don't, go read this instead. it's dead good.
que sera sera
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DEERPARK
somehow the yellow of the road
reminds me of the time at the deer park
where we left the car to walk
along the granite-edged kerb
balancing, one-behind-one, in lines,
like funeral cars in traffic.
or at least the slow-moving traffic,
past your window and down your road.
ever-moving, never-changing lines
of cars, edging to their park,
finding home in a slot by the kerb
where their souls turn out to walk,
as the grizzled brown deer walk,
one-behind-one, like cars in traffic
or skip fleeting across our kerb
as we balance at the edge of the road
through the lush autumn brown-green park.
we, and the deer, intersect lines,
criss-cross and mix our lines.
they flash across as we edge-walk,
never stopping to find our place to park,
instead, our one-behind-one traffic
trudges quiet, resolute on its road,
balancing precarious on the kerb.
unwilling to stop, following the kerb,
the influence of ordered lines,
bordering the empty road,
never built for feet to walk
but to bring the lines of traffic
through the deer to the house to park,
now an empty car park in a deer park,
as, one-behind-one, along the kerb,
a solitary twosome of traffic,
we travel houseward in rigid lines
ignoring green pastures where walk
and run would be safer than our road.
but now our deer park is captured in lines
where there is no kerb and we will never walk
again like traffic down any other road.
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ANSWER THIS:
here's three things i've been wondering about -
i) why do you never see a privet hedge in the wild?
ii) why are there no right angles in nature?
iii) why do we expect people who have nothing about which to be proud, to behave like model citizens?
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FIRST JOB
he gives change slowly
because the world
is the wrong shape
for his adolescent fingers
unless he is careful
the change will all fumble
on to the floor
the till will snap shut
on his arm
everyone is watching him
he knows they smell
his fear-sweat
and scorn him
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SANDBACH SERVICE STATION
he drives a lorry
and eats with his forearms,
bacon and beans and tea
he refills towel dispensers
and eats with his wrists,
coke and fries and a burger
he writes computer reports
and pecks from the neck,
steak and kidney and coffee
he wears a loud-young tie
and sips his food into his mouth
fingers flicking the spoon,
yoghurt and jam and spring water
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HEY HO TONY - AWAY!
dubya rides 'em hard. he sure likes to drive his janglin' spurs inna the sides of his trusty steed.
tony's a purdy beast but times is hard and them pesky outlaws is closin' on in.
dubya knows a handful o' them thar sugar lumps will keep ol' tony a-gallopin' jest as long as he wants.
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OBITUARY
a friend of mine died of loneliness and no-one knew until it all became very undignified indeed.
well. i've been thinking about what to say about it and, you know what? there really is nothing to say.
i could say that we all (his friends, his family) failed him, except that isn't true, we ourselves were coping with troubles.
i could say that society failed him (because it did) but that would be so true it would be trite.
and so, instead, i say this:
john, i remember the hosepipe in the kitchen, i remember the purple-elephant soap you tried to make me eat, i remember getting lost in the darkroom, i remember my son stroking your head in wonderment.
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SOME BIZARRE
i'm sorry but every now and again on this internet thing, you come across something that is just too weirded out, too perverse, too goddam freaky to just pass by.
i mean, what makes these people think they can get away with such depravity as this?
duct tape double
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