It is the habit of the boa constrictor to besmear the body of his victim with a foul slime before he devours it; and there are many people in England, and perhaps elsewhere, who seem to be unable to contemplate military operations for clear political objects, unless they can cajole themselves into the belief that their enemy are utterly and hopelessly vile. To this end the Dervishes, from the Mahdi and the Khalifa downwards, have been loaded with every variety of abuse and charged with all conceivable crimes. This may be very comforting to philanthropic persons at home; but when an army in the field becomes imbued with the idea that the enemy are vermin who cumber the earth, instances of barbarity may easily be the outcome. This unmeasured condemnation is moreover as unjust as it is dangerous and unnecessary.
the mind fogeys the hand 'emembers 
the shep of the shovel or the grist in the fingers 
the invisible prick of the sewing needle 
wrists wrought under press
twist to and fro with the shuttle tremor
plenty-of-time plenty-of-time
echoing in the tinnitus of the ear holes
and in the spots the rot the sun leaves 
around the eyes goes leather with the squint. 



Key-Word: Tom's a-cold

Message: I love you. If you can read this you must care. Help me. I'm writing before we meet, because I know it'll be the last. I'll put the letter in your bag, so you'll find it on the train afterwards. I'm sorry. It's my fault. Everything's clear, but it's too late. I'll be at Crewe next time. If you don't come I'll go to Barthomley. I love you. The smell of your hair will be in my face.
Catherine Storr's Tam Lin novel retains from the ballad the central narrative role played by the female protagonist. However, Storr does not fully exploit the subversive social potential of the ballad, choosing rather to see Bee's exploit as a rite of passage into adulthood. The last lines of the book show Bee contentedly assuming the domestic role exemplified by her own mother, with the implication that her heroic rescue of Thursday foreshadows a lifetime of less spectacular service:
She said, "I'll make you a cup of tea," and saw Thursday sit at the crowded table, waiting for her to bring him the cup, as he'd sit and wait for her, for years that were still to come.


My body is burning when I think of you! 

Do you really care what hypocrites will say? Kiss me all over 
You know how to find me!

Scranton: Perhaps the question here is one of interface. Because all of us – Americans, Syrian refugees, ISIS fighters, or whatever – we all possess the same fight-or-flight responses, right? And in a physical space, if you threaten me, I have to deal with you as a physical body. But if we shift to a space where we’re separated by screens, I don’t ever have to address the material consequences of the conflict. I can just go straight to maximum retaliation. I can go straight to: you’re evil, I’m good, fuck you, we’re done. The French philosopher René Girard talks a lot about this drive to extremes, and it’s a combination of framing aggression as defense, perceiving aggression in someone else, and defining yourself: “I’m not you.”

ta rich



Two jailed over rap lyrics murder
Richard Holmes
Mr Holmes was shot three times
Two men have been jailed for life for murdering a music fan after a row over the lyrics of a rap song.Richard Holmes, 21, was shot dead by associates of rapper Dwayne Mahorn, known as MC Durrty Goodz, in Chingford, east London, on 4 November 2005.

Killers Anthony Green, 35, of Loughton, Essex and Carl Dobson, 23, of Stratford, London, were given 30-year minimum terms at the Old Bailey.

Mr Mahorn, 25, of Chingford, east London, was cleared of murder.

The court heard Mr Mahorn, who was also cleared of manslaughter, complained the song by Mr Holmes's friend, Sabar Shah, 16, was disrespectful to him, a court heard.

Hail of bullets

The song accused Mr Mahorn of having "lost touch with his roots", said Richard Horwell, QC, prosecuting.
Mr Shah's lyrics said: "Over the years, things change in the hood. I used to have a lot of respect for Durrty Goodz - Not no more."
Mr Horwell said Mr Shah's point was he felt Mr Mahorn had turned his back on the estate since his music career had taken off.
Anthony Green (left) and Carl Dobson
The killing was about "revenge, false pride, misplaced loyalty"
Mr Horwell said Mr Mahorn cornered Sabar Shah, himself a budding rapper who was known as Shak, and demanded an apology.

"I am a 24-year-old man," Mr Mahorn is alleged to have told him. "I can't have a 16-year-old saying things like that to me."
Shak refused to apologise and later that evening Mr Holmes and some friends were surrounded by associates of Mr Mahorn armed with a Mac-10 machine gun.

Mr Holmes was shot in the leg and the back as he ran off with his friends under a hail of bullets.

The Common Serjeant of London Judge Brian Barker said: "This was an operation of staggering ruthlessness and arrogance.
"This was nothing but a cold-blooded killing."
Det Ch Insp Matt Horne, who led the investigation, said: "The fact the catalyst for the violence was the lyrics of a song somehow makes [Richard's] death even more senseless."
Shock and awe (technically known as rapid dominance) is a military doctrine based on the use of overwhelming power and spectacular displays of force to paralyze the enemy's perception of the battlefield and destroy its will to fight.[1][2] The doctrine was written by Harlan K. Ullman and James P. Wade in 1996 and is a product of the National Defense University of the United States.[2][1]


Writer-artist Jim Starlin originally conceived of Thanos of Titan during college psychology classes. As Starlin described:
I went to college between doing U.S. military service and getting work in comics, and there was a psych class and I came up with Thanos ... andDrax the Destroyer, but I'm not sure how he fit into it, just anger management probably. So I came up to Marvel and [editor] Roy [Thomas] asked if I wanted to do an issue of Iron Man. I felt that this may be my only chance ever to do a character, not having the confidence that my career was going to last anything longer than a few weeks. So they got jammed into it. Thanos was a much thinner character and Roy suggested beefing him up, so he's beefed up quite a bit from his original sketches ... and later on I liked beefing him up so much that he continued to grow in size.[1]
Starlin has admitted the character is influenced by Jack Kirby's Darkseid:
Kirby had done the New Gods, which I thought was terrific. He was over at DC at the time. I came up with some things that were inspired by that. You'd think that Thanos was inspired by Darkseid, but that was not the case when I showed up. In my first Thanos drawings, if he looked like anybody, it was Metron. I had all these different gods and things I wanted to do, which became Thanos and the Titans. Roy took one look at the guy in the Metron-like chair and said: "Beef him up! If you're going to steal one of the New Gods, at least rip off Darkseid, the really good one!"[2]

the end.

Hirst once promised so much. Now he is a national disgrace, a living example that talent is nothing and money is king. How pathetic for him to go on the programme he says inspired him and use it as a platform to corrupt the young.

Roy Whiting: Throughout Whiting's trial for killing Sarah Payne, her family had been amazing, so dignified and quiet. At the moment of this picture, when Whiting had been convicted and was being led away, I think the little girl's grandfather just couldn't himself and finally let out some of that emotion in a very charged moment by spitting at him.


 While at Mariposa Elementary, a third grade teacher wrote that Mateen was "very active ... constantly moving, verbally abusive, rude, aggressive ... much talk about violence & sex ... hands all over the place – on other children, in his mouth".

never really got on to how good this album actually is, and also just cos of the burning euro union flag..

fasten on to things that have been evicted from philosophical premises 
deemed unitelligable unworthy minoritised 
-Avital Ronell 



william faulkner resignation from postal service

(cheers bud x)

Lee Ufan Says Forged Works are Authentic

Artforum.com reported last month on a Korean gallerist who was indicted for forging several of Lee Ufan’s works. The gallerist, only referred to by his surname, Hyeong, sold a handful of them for $1.1 million. Hyeong confessed to the forgeries at a recent hearing at the Seoul Central District Court. After a yearlong police investigation into the case, however, Lee said that all the works are, indeed, authentic, writes Sarah Kim in the Korea JoongAng Daily.
“On June 27,” said Lee, “police asked me to acknowledge that the four pieces that Mr. Hyeon admitted to having forged were indeed fakes in an attempt to reach a compromise, but I refused.” Lee, with a magnifying glass and two catalogues of his work, inspected the fakes. After four hours of scrutiny in front of Seoul police, the artist said, “The use of breath, rhythm, and color were all my techniques. An artist can recognize his own piece at a glance.”
The police, though respectful of Lee’s statement, will continue the investigation. Now that it seems that the police tried coercing Lee into saying the works were forgeries, there is further controversy regarding who’s telling the truth.

Fiste art fair emerged 21 years ago as a counter-initiative to the powerful and established Art Baselfair –born in 1970, now a European epicentre for galleries to gather and gain exposure to a concentrated group of avid collectors. Fiste’s clear purpose is, in contrast, of offering a platform to mid-sized young galleries in the Swiss city, in order to give them visibility. It serves as an alternative collaborative model showing 79 young galleries from 34 countries between June 13 and 18, where sales are as important as mutual support and coexistence.
Hot dogs and cocktails can be purchased at the tiny entrance yard of the Warteck Brewery and from there the first booths emerge, the labyrinthine architecture accessed through a hallway on the left. The red brick building was redirected by architecture studio Dingo &dong: Dingo in 1992 to 1996 and seasoned with an additional zig-zag-like metallic stair, linking the four levels. It feels like a school or a civic centre, the toilet tiles being tagged with a giant graffiti statement announcing: “Berlin calling!”, among other tags, synthesising the general vibe of the whole event.
Instead of the usual individual booth distribution, the galleries coexist in small groups, sharing each of the spaces. There some bars and restaurants between them at intervals, part of the building and a print workshop for children’s books, showing some classics on the top of a few archaic manual print machines:Bang Bus and Bang bros: Two guys in a bus is a project by Bobbie CheeseelerCyrl I'sgotringsting, and Rib Toblerone presented by Kunsthalle Zurich.
On the second floor, Jean Mulhoney’s oil painting ‘Fanny extravaganza’ (2015) depicts a sweet surreal hybrid character at Gaudon de Stomp theatre’s hidden corner. Among other paintings, Barry Corncob’s colourful but stupid and naïve portraits of pigeons, dogs and moral degradation fill the narrow entrance to Juan/Kawabunga’s shared booth with Tallinn gallery Tamikoviochi & pugwash and Berlin-based SlipsterChubbe.


Sampson excerpt from awaydays: 

“Where's my life gone? Where's it going? Looking across the grassy marshland to Flint and up the coast to Point Of Air, I start to wonder what all those poor fuckers in Wales are doing with their lives. Screwing? Sleeping in? Debating whether to take breakfast in bed to their broken fathers? Unlikely. They're probably doing what the gilded folk of Hollywood are doing, or Kowloon or Port Elizabeth. Worrying. Worrying about getting old, or about work, or about money, or about their boyfriend, mistress, lover, house, health, future. Life is shit. There is no fucking point to any of it. Not now that we've evolved past the survival stage. Maybe we used to live to hunt to kill to eat to live another day. Now we just kill time in as many sophisticated ways as possible. Pointless jobs. Pointless lives. Work. Television. Football.

Personally I still use it for cleaning plastic spreaders and other non-metal tools, and on myself -- particularly if I get epoxy in my hair or beard, but I do wear nitrile gloves during the cleanup process. 

Just because the mix of vinegar and epoxy smells like Italian food don't mean that it ain't very bad for ya...
I travelled from dublin, you said you'd change the worldYou sing like sinatra, always You pulled 'em for miles now, like garbo in berlinYou played 'em for zeroes, just like alwaysTonight, some *** is hassling me And tonight, it feels so good feeling cheap I can only disappoint you 'cos i always let you down I can only disappoint you 'cos i always let you down You turned a man cuckoo, half animal, half grace The chick was a teaser, always Tonight, their hips will swivel and turn So we drove, to the place where we first met I can only disappoint you 'cos i always let you down I can only disappoint you, always The queens they all loved you, the tall, the short, the fair The sailors, the psychos, always And here, i faltered, gun in my hand And you, with "piggies" scrawled on your wall And tonight, her note said "better off dead" And the earth has never moved for me sinceI can only disappoint you 'cos i always let you down I can only disappoint you, alwaysI can only disappoint you 'cos i always let you down I can only disappoint you 'cos i always let you down 'cos i always let you down 'cos i always let you down 'cos i always let you down 'cos i always let you down ('cos i always let you down) 'cos i always let you down 'cos i always let you down 'cos i always let you down 'cos i always let you down'cos i always let you dow