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alexsarll"As will be revealed to you in the following pages, Z and I realised that we had sold our souls to the devil and that if we wanted to retrieve them, then we should head for darkest Africa, confront Satan and demand our souls back and, if that didn't work, nick them back off him when he wasn't looking. As for why Gimpo is here, I've no idea. He's obviously never been stupid enough to have lent his soul to anyone, much less sell it to the devil."
So writes Bill Drummond. Of The Wild Highway's two authors, Bill comes across as the sane one. Bill once burnt a million quid. I'd love to quote you some of Z[odiac Mindwarp]'s bits, but they'd set off every firewall in the land; he's just been musing on whether having sex with a dead nun counts as rape.
Back to Cambridge last night - and not just that I was in the Chancery Lane enclave, or even that I was meeting fellow Tabs, but that I realised I had no mobile number for anyone and as such would just have to wait until they turned up to learn when they'd turn up - an unsettling reminder of a barbarous past. I have now decided that I want to be the lesbian Duke of Wellington.
For the first time in too long, I remember a decent proportion of last night's dream rather than just a few images.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bathtubgingirl and I were making jewellery for insecuregoddess and her two-headed snakes. Then I was up a hill at my parents' new house while my fourth-year junior school teacher rang to complain that I was meant to be learning to use MSPaint. But I still find that slightly less puzzling than this article, which appears to consist of putting lots of words together in what look like sentences, and then assembling those into what resemble paragraphs, and then acting as though that has proved a thesis.
"And perhaps the fiction Cunningham is attempting here is pitched at a reader who doesn't exist: an adolescent who can leap straight from Star Wars to Henry James, or an adult steeped in Woolf and Whitman who nevertheless retains a childlike capacity to be moved by X-Men 2." I've been accused of many things in my time, but non-existence? Although I grant that I might not count as "steeped" in Whitman - I read Leaves of Grass once, discovered the phrase "quivering love jelly" and an obsession with beards, and decided to move hurriedly on. Still, I love Woolf and I love X2, but here the argument falters, because after seeing The Hours and reading that review, I am of the opinion that Michael Cunningham is surplus to my requirements.
So writes Bill Drummond. Of The Wild Highway's two authors, Bill comes across as the sane one. Bill once burnt a million quid. I'd love to quote you some of Z[odiac Mindwarp]'s bits, but they'd set off every firewall in the land; he's just been musing on whether having sex with a dead nun counts as rape.
Back to Cambridge last night - and not just that I was in the Chancery Lane enclave, or even that I was meeting fellow Tabs, but that I realised I had no mobile number for anyone and as such would just have to wait until they turned up to learn when they'd turn up - an unsettling reminder of a barbarous past. I have now decided that I want to be the lesbian Duke of Wellington.
For the first time in too long, I remember a decent proportion of last night's dream rather than just a few images.
bathtubgingirl and I were making jewellery for insecuregoddess and her two-headed snakes. Then I was up a hill at my parents' new house while my fourth-year junior school teacher rang to complain that I was meant to be learning to use MSPaint. But I still find that slightly less puzzling than this article, which appears to consist of putting lots of words together in what look like sentences, and then assembling those into what resemble paragraphs, and then acting as though that has proved a thesis. "And perhaps the fiction Cunningham is attempting here is pitched at a reader who doesn't exist: an adolescent who can leap straight from Star Wars to Henry James, or an adult steeped in Woolf and Whitman who nevertheless retains a childlike capacity to be moved by X-Men 2." I've been accused of many things in my time, but non-existence? Although I grant that I might not count as "steeped" in Whitman - I read Leaves of Grass once, discovered the phrase "quivering love jelly" and an obsession with beards, and decided to move hurriedly on. Still, I love Woolf and I love X2, but here the argument falters, because after seeing The Hours and reading that review, I am of the opinion that Michael Cunningham is surplus to my requirements.
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That which does not kill us makes us stronger
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Date: 2005-08-09 11:17 am (UTC)Given Nietzsche's rather unfortunate life he must have said it to himself a lot.
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Date: 2005-08-09 10:02 am (UTC)my dream is weirder than yours
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Date: 2005-08-09 11:34 am (UTC)Oh, good grief. Your pedestal grows ever higher.
an adolescent who can leap straight from Star Wars to Henry James, or an adult steeped in Woolf and Whitman who nevertheless retains a childlike capacity to be moved by X-Men 2.
Yes. I was the former and am now the latter (although some of the Woolf is somewhat against my will) but I'm kind of used to Guardian articles making similar cultural statements that seem to invalidate my existence...
only books - and the sensory access of the real - can unleash imagination
Well, at least Thom Yorke doesn't have to look any further for the next single title.
But the rest of that article reads bizarrely like the fantasy fiction of Julian May, full of things that started out as perfectly respectable ordinary words and one day woke to find that they'd been stitched to other perfectly respectable ordinary words in some ghastly 'this is how we talk in the future' experiment.
I do quite like "tigritude" though.
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Date: 2005-08-09 11:42 am (UTC)For liberals, the Guardian can be dreadfully prescriptive, can't they?
More a post-rock or emo title than a Radiohead, I'd have thought. Bright Eyes on a bad day, maybe? But I'm glad it's not just me who reads that article and takes a moment before realising it didn't actually say anything comprehensible.
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Date: 2005-08-09 11:47 am (UTC)I want it. I also want its sister New Wave compilation, which is almost as good. Can't justify it until I've got Juliet's debut album, though.
Heh. Don't Radiohead count as post-rock these days?
And you can act real rude and totally removed and I can act like an imbecile
Date: 2005-08-09 11:57 am (UTC)I note you've been listening to other songs by Men Without Hats of late - until I got this, I didn't even have 'Safety Dance'. And how glad I am that's been remedied.
Ladies and gentlemen - Pop Goes The World by Men Without Hats!
Date: 2005-08-09 12:03 pm (UTC)That Electric 80s set has 'Shiny Shiny' by Haysi Fantayzee on it, which, whilst a completely fantastic track in every way, doesn't have a single electronic note in it. I love compilations.
And, looking at the tracklisting, I haven't even heard of Swansway. How can there possibly still be 80s music I haven't heard? Etc.
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