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Simon King's written outpourings: False beauty
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Simon King's written outpourings. Bask at my intellectual lacunae. Tuesday, 30 June 2015. A lot of 'art' now doesn't really go for the questions broached either by religious writers or the existentialists. Art prays to, venerates and glorifies the market. The same point made by two quite disparate thinkers illustrates this. Robert Hughes and Roger Scruton have written and spoken about Jeff Koons' Michael Jackson and Bubbles. Tell me when Cameron praised Tracy Emin. Conservatives usually share your po...
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Simon King's written outpourings: Two parodies: Why I Want to Fuck Theresa May/Principle of Sufficient Inebriation
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Simon King's written outpourings. Bask at my intellectual lacunae. Monday, 8 June 2015. Two parodies: Why I Want to Fuck Theresa May/Principle of Sufficient Inebriation. WHY I WANT TO FUCK THERESA MAY *. Her aggressive élan as she addresses the cameras of the world. The way she purses her lips, brushing off interlopers of the higher truth – the Conservative project. The putrid stench emanating from her labia as she rises from her palatial seat in Westminster. The angular contours of her jutting lips.
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Simon King's written outpourings: The Bridge of Time
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Simon King's written outpourings. Bask at my intellectual lacunae. The Bridge of Time. The canals streamed onwards, leading to an unknown territory, the water perilously continuing onto the wrath of hell. Beyond those waters lay the unknown I never dared dwell in. The moon glimmered amidst the stars. I felt my soul thriving; I felt that this random Godless nature buttressed the perfect synthesis of mind and soul. Knowledge was an unknown to me. I had language, but how could language be documented? As the...
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Simon King's written outpourings: The general election
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Simon King's written outpourings. Bask at my intellectual lacunae. Thursday, 14 May 2015. Who should we blame the election's outcome on? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Bridge of Time. The Second Death of God. The Hermit and the Despot. Same Book, Same Bus. The Perpetual Death of the Composer (34th Parallel). Website of my writing. Canterbury, Kent, United Kingdom. View my complete profile. Track: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Jesus Alone. Cazoozer don A Cazoozer Don Production. This blog charts ...
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Simon King's written outpourings: Same Book, Same Bus
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Simon King's written outpourings. Bask at my intellectual lacunae. Same Book, Same Bus. A bald man, who has a bulky appearance, reads intently. He is on page 52, fairly early on. This man seldom reads, but this particular book became so compelling to him upon starting it. That he could not put it down, taking it on every destination. He is still in the narrative exposition, completely riveted by it. He is currently reading:. Her love affair with Kazuizo was, she had realised, completely fruitless. Th...
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Simon King's written outpourings: Disco Volante
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Simon King's written outpourings. Bask at my intellectual lacunae. Thursday, 6 August 2015. And I'm experiencing this very late on in my mid-twenties! So that will be put on hold for a little while. But what a lovely way to get back into blogging than with a lengthy post on Mr. Bungle's brilliant 1995 album Disco Volante. I intended it to be one of my usual punchy/brief posts, but it grew into a much longer piece. (Helped no doubt by track-by-track analysis! You seem to care about this stuff! When you re...
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Simon King's written outpourings: Desperate Lives
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Simon King's written outpourings. Bask at my intellectual lacunae. Abhorrent actions have failed to tarnish my reputation. My art and estimation have continued to thrive through the years. Dear reader, to what extent will you pardon a man? Does great art stem the tide? Can great art make up for the most sordid depravities? Two years into our marriage, I saw less and less of Maria. This left me emotionally isolated. I capitalised on this by devoting as much time possible to my music. I decided to go on a ...
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Simon King's written outpourings: May 2015
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Simon King's written outpourings. Bask at my intellectual lacunae. Monday, 25 May 2015. When Italian cinema deals with political issues, it always seems much more interesting to me than in, say, a French film. French cinema always seems much more didactic when it deals with these issues. The most egregious case might be Godard's La Chinoise. The film aptly captures the kind of revolutionary ardour which characterises leftist Italian politics. It also amply demonstrates the inevitable fissiparity and ...
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Simon King's written outpourings: Sexual striving
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Simon King's written outpourings. Bask at my intellectual lacunae. Thursday, 4 June 2015. My existence - and the existence of most people, even prudes - consists of sexual striving. Nerdy or neurotic men generally find it difficult to find sex. Women - note that this isn't sexist, I'm just sticking to casual observation and I am. Generalising - prefer men who are confident. Nerdy and neurotic men generally are so, in many ways, because they have no sex. Porn, for all to its coarseness, is about displacin...
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Simon King's written outpourings: Short Stories
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Simon King's written outpourings. Bask at my intellectual lacunae. CONFRONTING REALITY: STORIES FROM A SABBATICAL YEAR. These are all the short stories I wrote in my 'gap year', dating between October 2010 and June 2011. The Painting on the Wall. A failed artists rampages against a reclusive millionaire surrealist. Having hunted out his mansion he finds that Oniri Jackson is very hard to find indeed. A comment and reflection on the ways art is represented on the canvas, in print and on film. This is a sh...
