land art

Generally hate it. But this was fun - take a pen to the beach and write on stones and "throw" (more like place carefully) them in rock pools. This one is a bit soppy, quite like the sentiment though.


And witty too

T LUVS

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Name Dropping

Horrible to listen to, surprisingly easy to do. Really, its weird how people can be so famous to others and not at all to some. I'm not talking about DJs, cool dudes, or beautiful girls. More like people you'd rather leave in the past with toe curling (excuse the pun re below) memories. The English philosopher John Locke, believed that at birth the mind was a 'blank page', that there was no prior or innate knowledge, anything we knew was through experience. I sometimes wish meeting new people could always be like that, that friendships could be based on nothing to do with upbringing, parties, mutual friends. Then again, it does make things a lot easier sometimes.

gnarled toes

poor poor Chinese women

shepherd's bush market

Why are people pissing around at Westfield when this is around the corner?

Lobotomies

Are something you vaguely know about, but don't really ever investigate properly. A lobotomy as in sticking an ice pick in your eye socket shoving it about a bit then whacking the other end with a hammer to detach the frontal lobe of your brain. The surgery was invented by an Estonian then developed and popularised by Portuguese neurologist Antonio Egaz Moniz who actually won the Nobel Prize in 1949 for Medicine. But the one you really want to watch is Dr. Walter Freeman and his 'lobotomobile' who was free and easy with sticking ice picks in four year old eyes. It's very interesting, not only the varying effects of the procedure but the motivations for doing so and the legal implications - when patients are 'retarded' as many old medical journals so eloquently put it (therefore unable to give consent), or when families make the choice. Tennessee Williams' sister Rose was given a pre-frontal lobotomy, a decision which he never forgave his mother for, as was J.F. Kennedy's sister whose lobotomy Dr. Freeman botched leaving her pretty much vegetative. Of course the possibility of a 'miracle cure' for mental illness has an untenable appeal and it must be taken into account this was years ago and doctors weren't questioned but then I think icepick, 6% mortality rate, local anaesthetic, PVS and frothing mouths and wonder why lobotomies were only completely abolished in the late eighties.

I am a cosmopolitan cool girl

'This is How We Talk Politics', 2007, Li Song Song


'Civilization', 2007, Bai Yiluo

Just back from the new Saatchi Gallery woo woo!

Josef Koudelka

Ireland, 1972

Slovakia, 1965

Moravia, 1965
Koudelka is from Moravia, when it was still part of Czechoslovakia. He takes pictures of gypsies, mostly from the place of his birth but also throughout Europe. I think the pictures talk for themselves, although these probably don't really do his work justice.

Blood Coral

This Vasari painting depicts the Mythological explanation of the origin of coral. During the Renaissance they were in the midst of huge new scientific discoveries, but hadn't worked their way round to marine organisms yet and so still relied heavily upon mythology. The story goes that after the beheading of Medusa, the blood from her head ran into water and immediately became the spidery veins of coral that exist today. Obviously a much better explanation than the scientific one.
'Perseus and Andromeda' 1570 by Giorgio Vasari (1511-1574)

Balls

one, elephant

mockery

The best people will have their own. Or a fab anecdote about great aunt mavis who had one just like it.

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my only millwall

One: Oh South London
All: Oh South London
One: Is wonderful
All: Is wonderful
All; Oh South london is wonderful
It's full of tits fanny and Millwall
Oh South London is wonderful.
One: Oh East London
All: Oh East London
One: Is like bengal
All: Is like bengal
All: Oh East London is like bengal
It's like the back streets of Delhi
Oh East London is like bengal.

You are my Millwall
My only Millwall
You make me happy when skies are grey (and blue and white)
You never notice how much i love you
Please don't take my Millwall away
La la la la la bush

My old man said be a Westham fan
I said fuck off bollox your a cunt
We'll take East London and all that's in it
We'll take the boelyn with the Westham in it
With ratchets and hammers
Carving knives and spanners
We'll teach those bastards how to fight
Cos you'll never take the den with the bushwhackers in it
Cos were the pride of South London la la la

Jonathan Creek

is the ultimate hipster. Standard Christmas special outfit: Check shirt, duffel coat, dodgy denim, vans and stupid hair.

bloody awful poetry

New Years can be pretty much the most depressing time of year, a dawning realisation that you've fulfilled none of last years resolutions and you're a poor bloater post Christmas. Reading teenage poetry online is an uplifting distraction, personal favourites are "Daddy's Womb" and "Sleepless Pain".

Hughes/Plath

Undoubtedly one of the finest and most brilliant artistic pairings of all time. Both Ted Hughes and Slyvia Plath seemed to live their lives in a way that was always so extreme, everyday a muse for artistic creation. I am wary of the biographies of either poet, but especially those of Plath. After her suicide, Hughes refused journalists and writers both interviews and access to her latest works. Most saw this as Hughes having something to hide - it is often thought that Hughes, who had fallen in love with another woman while he was married to Plath, was to blame for her death. (I've been to Howath, the house in Yorkshire the couple lived in, and where Sylvia is buried - feminists have throughout the years tried to chisel 'Hughes' from her gravestone. When I went it had been repaired, bit dissapointing). The nature of the pair's turbulent marriage is unfortunately a major source in the interest of the poets. However most people would agree that their poetry is the primary and rightful source for the interest in the writers. Often dark and vioent, the works of both Plath and Hughes are some of favourite literary pieces of all time. 'Birthday Letters' by Hughes, is a collection of poems about Sylvia Plath and their relationship. It's pretty heartbreaking in parts. Take it out of the library or raid your parent's bookshelves.