Note: unrelated cover, as per usual; just cryptically plugging an upcoming Bleach For The Stars album.
I wrote a hideous, puerile, degenerate book a while back. I'm not proud of it, so much so that I've disowned it, withdrawn it from the market, and attempt these days to distance myself from it. No easy task - I estimate that, at most, 8 or so people own it. That's too many. There's no defence for it really. As explanation, I can only add that I considered myself a liberal at that point, and was trying too hard to be progressive, both in with the crowd, and also out to one side, both pretentious and obnoxious, all safe, brain-dead -ists and -isms and desperate to be on what I had erring into thinking was "the right team", and despite some very bizarre essays. Most of it is made up, and near-all of it is gratuitous rubbish. I have since matured a little, and come to my senses, thankfully. I was never a leftist, that's my small recompense. These days I try to follow a traditional lifestyle, with a large family, and a mild yet satisfying sense of infuriating lunacy at the raising of five joyously irascible children.
That said, I'm still a professional artist, a wearily-published poet, a benighted amateur writer and a very odd musician, estranged from a record company I despise. I'd genuinely rather be a postman. We're getting there...
This is only of only three "articles" in that wretched tract that I still actively enjoy, and have a little nostalgia for. An abstract semi-Surreal lampooning of the various academic textbooks I was reading on my university course at the time, as much as those wonderful "joy of learning"-style yearly compendiums I was given as a small child; stuffed with strange and fantastical information - not much of which was too helpful to me later on bar implanting a sense of awe at a very curious world.
I've included a few more written thoughts at the end of this video. It's probably best to just attempt to watch it though. Not exactly high-brow content, but it occupied me thoroughly one evening in a hotel room. I take full blame for the atrocious backing-music. I've always been fond of a certain synesthetic link.
