fuck the doubters
fuck the doubters who do nothing but doubt fuck the shouters who do nothing but shout know that without us they’d have nothing to talk
Month: September 2019
The Artist And The Acts
It really is hard sometimes to divorce the work from the artist, and there is a point where you wonder whether if you took everything
Another Erewhon
He sat down at the edge of the lake and he pretended that it was a mirror that he might throw reflections into that would
concrete blindness
you, brief explosion you, mis-target heart you, somewhere in the dark a half translated movement from a full realised collapse like a synapse fried for
Never Play Just One Note
Catharsis poetry has its place, and what I think of as head music poetry, like-wise has some value. But there can be a strain of