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Sunday is St Patrick’s day. I only mention this now because, you know, we’re four days out and preparation is required. Finding the correct bar is of the utmost importance. I was once assured by someone in the know, that it’s not a real Irish bar if it has wifi and that list is shockingly slim in London these days. I believe The Toucan off Soho Square used to be a contender. I am also not sure what happens if Paddy’s falls on a Sunday? My calendar says there is a bank holiday in lieu on the Monday after in Northern Ireland. What does this mean? Do we…are…is there still Guinness?
It had been a while since I made the dedicated trip to what, as I have previous explained, is The Ali BaBa’s Cave of Rare Books. Last Thursday was a touch quiet and so I set a couple of hours to one side in the afternoon and dove in. I present my top three cherries from the literary cake that landed on my desk thismorning as a result of that visit.
‘Jonevelle à St-Barthelemy’ (Chêne, 1986) is the most wonderful precursor to contemporary erotica and the likes of Henrik Purienne. Considering this was published more than thirty years ago, the fact that we’re still drawing from that shockingly beautiful well is something. There is a command of depth of field and selection that only the dark room provides and is rarely found via the monitor. Our return to singular, meaningful experiences must be tied to this, as sure as death and taxes and “just one drink”.
‘Siouxsie and the Banshees’ (Babylon Books, 1985) charts that band ‘least likely to’ from their semi-impromptu support slot at 100 Club in 1976 to the release of the Siouxsie/Budge EP in 1981. It’s a great collection of rare black & white shots of Siouxsie and the band, and an interesting read too.
Last but by no means least, never let it be said that I do nothing for the ladies and/or men inclined toward men, specifically Australian men who are lifeguards and are buff as the sun. ‘Lifesaver’ (CMP, 1985) by Peter James is something that may well suit you, particularly if you fall into any of the above categories or are simply in favour of stupidly stylish photography from the eighties. And hair. Really great hair.
Speaking of Baba, I shall try my utmost to approach this in the most logical top-down manner as possible: You are Baba, flag is win (sometimes), and winning is accomplished by changing the rules. There, I did it. The above video is probably more helpful than I have any kind of capacity to be, particularly while this thing is running on my fucking laptop, although you can play it almost anwhere that pleases you. I admire the concept more than most things and it is made by a man who lives in Finland and he has my new favourite website. I have been of the opinion for a while now that there are many rules and most of them are stupid. Hempuli Oy allows you to win by changing the win conditions via the magic of syntax and for that, he shall forever posses my undying love.
There was an article about glitter, frequenting the most prominent of cult spaces a few weeks back. This is not a thing explicitly about that thing; it does however, draw parallels between whatever the fucking mystery is about that subversive, aforementioned environmental catastrophe and a weird radio station that is not a radio station but possibly a TV series. That sounds tenuous and it might be. People are talking about it and yet, I can find very little evidence of people talking about it and no one seems to know what ‘The Kirlian Frequency’ is. If anything, it reminds me of ‘Kentucky Route Zero’ or ‘Oxenfree’ radio compression and that whole King/Lynch/Lovecraft brood. Perhaps more terrifying still is that it also reminds me of ‘House Of Leaves’ and I do not fuck with that house. The absence of information is haunted by nature. The animation itself seems heavily influenced by way of Newgrounds, courtesy of Mr Fingers and I can’t help but feel like there is such a thing as ‘new wave Poe’.
Watch it evermore.
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