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spectrecular: tarocchi
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Tuesday, 11 May 2010. Ah friends, I've got myself in too deep on an impossible project to suggest new ways of living. My spirits are all over the place. What can communicate a gut feeling beyond words, in spite of words? I've been reading Artaud - I recommend 'No More Masterpieces' from The Theatre and Its Double. It's worth seeking out. Here's one new means of living. It's not as insincere as suggests. It began as an aristocratic card game in 15. Century Europe, but by the 18. View my complete profile.
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spectrecular: pith
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Friday, 30 April 2010. I want to tell the world. But I know nothing of it. So what can I say? That I am true, or that I speak. Perhaps I can tinkle a. Single tune on a pianner. Or turn a pithy phrase? Or that I've known love. And the bitter taste of cigarettes. On a balmy wet autumnal afternoon? But there is her in the corner. And the clatter of my own never-played melodies. It won't help in mapping my. Image of You, whatever You be. Or the world and its anger. Its listless lusts all indifferent.
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spectrecular: The Ship of Fools
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Saturday, 5 June 2010. The Ship of Fools. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Ship of Fools. View my complete profile. All texts © Dan Taylor.
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spectrecular: June 2010
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spectrecular: Late night mass
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Sunday, 2 May 2010. Bruegel the elder 1563. Bedford and Yeats 1964. Hither, hither.close friends who killed themselves at university, battling with their sexuality, now demoralised by prospects of profit-propagation by psychopathic capitalist vampires.but loneliness is not the colour white. Hear me. Why are they pulsing to and pursuing the same looped rhythms? They make them unhappy and now they cannot sleep, so they drink and score. Heroin and alcohol, which is the greater demon? It is to buy a very exp...
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spectrecular: I blog at www.drownedandsaved.wordpress.com
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Tuesday, 1 February 2011. I blog at www.drownedandsaved.wordpress.com. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I blog at www.drownedandsaved.wordpress.com. View my complete profile. All texts © Dan Taylor.
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spectrecular: February 2011
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spectrecular: May 2010
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Tuesday, 11 May 2010. Ah friends, I've got myself in too deep on an impossible project to suggest new ways of living. My spirits are all over the place. What can communicate a gut feeling beyond words, in spite of words? I've been reading Artaud - I recommend 'No More Masterpieces' from The Theatre and Its Double. It's worth seeking out. Here's one new means of living. It's not as insincere as suggests. It began as an aristocratic card game in 15. Century Europe, but by the 18. Sunday, 2 May 2010. Hither...
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spectrecular: March 2010
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Saturday, 13 March 2010. Mind, I am in some kind of hell. All of my own making. This frontal lobe will soon burst. Cramped in familiar vices,. Preoccupied with worries beyond my words. And I wish I was away from these idiot people. And their idiot lives full of. Idiotic things exaggerated to the heights of gods. Idiots of the world: get a room. And leave my idiot self alone, ta. Your demands make my mind cramp. And my guts submit and surrender. All this shit I've accumulated. Morosely silent all my life).
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spectrecular: October 2009
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Monday, 12 October 2009. He checked his deportment first. Then he checked which pocket contained his coins, and which pocket contained his notes. He padded his buttocks, feeling the bulge of his keys in one pocket, mobile phone in the other. For him: Number 3 meal boss. For him also: Can I get an apple pie bruv. For no meal is complete without one. He pays and receives change. And sir saunters off to insert the change of a 5-00 pound note into a fruit machine that has not paid out since August 20...Apple...