Richard Brautigan’s books always had cool covers with a story in the picture, caroming off from the stories inside the book:
“My God, ma’am, you’re so pretty I’d walk ten miles barefooted on a freezing morning to stand in your shit.”
― Richard Brautigan, The Abortion
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This is about the only thing today that’s managed to make me forget it’s Monday
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Melusine – the Alchemical Siren or a typical illustration of a twin-tailed siren or mermaid. This creature is associated with numerous stories and legends, and is imbued with symbolic meaning in alchemy. The most common iteration of the siren is as Melusine, a creature from medieval legend. Melusine (sometimes, Melusina) was, according to legend, beautiful woman with a disturbing tendency to transform into a serpent from the waist down while bathing; it is the discovery of this nature that triggers calamity.
As the story is most often told, the cursed maiden is discovered in the forest by Raymond, the Duke of Aquitaine, who begs her to marry him. She agrees, on condition that he never disturb her on a Saturday, when she bathes. Raymond eventually grows suspicious of his young wife, and spies on her- and his shocked reaction to her true appearance reveals his betrayal to Melusine, who transforms herself into a dragon and departs in a shrieking fury. This story can be viewed as a metaphor for sexuality, and the contradictory duality of the female nature as viewed through medieval eyes.
The same dual-nature symbolism is also at work in alchemy, which employs the siren as a more benevolent emblem of enlightenment- the siren of the philosophers. Alchemically, the siren’s two tails represent unity -of earth and water, body and soul- and the vision of Universal Mercury, the all-pervading anima mundi that calls out and makes the philosopher yearn to her.
Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky as imagined by Sir John Tenniel (above)
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" He chortled in his joy. 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, better known as Lewis Carroll,
born today January 27th 1832, died in 1898:
“If you don’t know where you are going, any road will get you there.”
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Below: Alice Liddell
photographed by Lewis Carroll, 1860
- wet collodion glass plate negative (NPG, London)
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A man’s man, oh yes
Edward Gorey and a giant teddy bear
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More of the good stuff. Charming Brighton video by Brighton band Foxes!
Rizzle Kicks ? All very well, but this one’s for the indie kids. Now for goodness sake, give that boy some money a kiss x
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A little bit geeky but I love it
Poor misunderstood Stormtroopers.
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More ‘Space rock’ from birdengine:
27/01/12
birdengine on bbc radio 3 late junction
‘Ghost Club’ was played last night on late junctionthis makes me happy as late junction is one of the only radio shows i listen to and i’ve always thought my music would sit well in the eclectic experimental mix they play every week so i’m truly happy about this
listen here (it’s a great show if you have a few hours spare)
- at the 00’8” mark -
the album it’s taken from ‘The Crooked Mile’ is doing well and has had some great reviews although often placed in the world music section of magazines/papers for some reason? i am in the world though i guess, but surely all music is world music? unless it’s made in space right?
‘Ghost Club’ is also on a 7 inch along with ‘No Arms And No Friends’ released on Lynch(ed) Recordings and available to buy here
i’m currently writing new material for album number two which should hopefully be out later this year along with a tour
lawry
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(from Case History)
Kevin Coyne was born on this day, 27th January, in 1944, and died in his adopted home of Nuremberg sixty years later.
A singer-songwriter, author, poet, artist he is in my view greatly under-rated and one of the best English songwriters of the 20th Century. John Lydon rated his Marjory Razorblade (1973) album one of his all-time favourites, and Will Oldham (Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy) has said he was heavily influenced by Coyne’s Babble (1979) to the extent of joining a Kevin Coyne tribute band, called the Babblers.
This track is from his first solo album Case History, which drew on his experience as a psychiatric nurse. It was released on John Peel’s Dandelion record label in 1972.
Take any city, take any town You'll always find my sort around On any door step, any tree Snoozin' bleary, a man like me Why should you care? Why should you share? Why should you want? Why should you want a man A man around who's lookin' like me? ...
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