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TOO COOL, I THINK, FOR MORNING

Without some vulgarity there is no complete man. - Raymond Chandler He has a semblance of vast experience, or wisdom. Tacit uncanny models, unseen and unfelt states or events. He knows what you are made to pretend at knowing (blazered kids cracking jokes about crack). I always suspected him of having written a long novel, or some other quiet greatness. Maybe seventy portraits of the same thing. The only way. So Babes In Toyland drink with Dowland. Thou upskiller, a J Dillazilla, a local authority and a name. a spiral shorthand. The postmodern did have something to offer though it took its time in signing this up.

ALBUM REVIEW: "Here's The Tender Coming" - The Unthanks

  " My father has been dead about a year; my mother is living and has ten children, five lads and five lasses; the oldest is about 30, the youngest is four...mother does nought but look after home...I go to pit at 5 o'clock in the morning...I do not stop or rest any time for the purpose...the bald place upon my head is made by thrusting the corves...the boys take liberties with me sometimes, they pull me about; I am the only girl in the pit...all the men are naked ..." - “ Patience Kershaw ”, quoted in the "First Report of the Commission On the Employment of Children" (1842) " This girl is an ignorant, filthy, ragged, and deplorable-looking object, and such an one as the uncivilized natives of the prairies would be shocked to look upon ." - Lord Ashley, philanthropist. DISCLAIMER: This album is one of the more lovely things I've ever appraised. The Unthanks pull off well-worn melodies and unsurprising cadences and make them compelling, wher

Assignations

Lévi-Strauss no pedestals for anyone - totema! I am a neolithic man! and my science is well put. I hear in every language a universal echo! as universal as you get with humans, anyway. Marx of myth, I ran rings round menhir and potter's ground. You'll note patterns in your very bones if you only drop some airs. I'LL HILL YOUR HEAD Ascendent through light pollution. Canopy of youth snug in subzero. River runneth rare: brook the world's bright drunk snowmelt intermixing and tributary. Tropic o' th' North, a manifest quality found there. Movement in the undergrowth. Descend by skyhook and bitten tongue. A PHILOSOPHE AMIDST POSTMODERNS Thought ourselves clever, etched worth on our skin by idea alone. There are these very sparkling minds, devoted to inglory. They are the weight of grain in diamonds amongst worse things. Their Work - Unearned if good, Unsurprising if not - takes regular tolls; a taxing ignora