I turned myself to face me In the darkness, a spotlight focusses on a cadaverous, mascara streaked face; the atmosphere is electric. It’s Hammersmith Odeon, July 1973; a guitar strums a simple chord with a plangeant brush-like sound. The Spiders have vacated the stage, but this is even more electrifying than any magisterial Moonage Day… Read More Touched by the Flaming Dove: Bowie’s Asteroid Muses
Out of Sheer Rage I would like to begin writing this today…… only tomorrow feels better since it is about deferring. It should be no surprise that I say this because it is traditional to turn the phenomenon of procrastination into a joke. This is a good way to belittle it, and make it bad, … Read More D.H. Lawrence and the Procrastinator’s Bible
This is a spring cleaning job on the content of this blog. The archive tends to make things unwieldy, and disappear into a backwards chronology. Subjects are wide-ranging so might be hard to track. I started this blog on the e-blogger platform in 2008, and it has come a long way since I transferred… Read More A ROUND UP OF ARTHEALSWOUNDS ARTICLES TO DATE
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Etienne Benassi In My Bed There’s a body in my arms, sweet cameo of profiles, links up contours in this domain of warmth. There are armfuls of torsos Fell-swooning across the sidelong limb, svelte scandal at my fingertips. There are erections that bite like kissograms (without the extra charge), States of mind which burn till… Read More In My Bed
