Month of Mo, day 13. Time flies by when I’m the driver of an East German train, raising perhaps more awareness than even two dozen online petition signatures. Men being men together, doing manly things as men and whatnot. Go on, get your walnut checked.
UPDATE: Month of mo, day 28. We might give up quite soon, our mo jo might have left the building. One thing is we think we may have peaked in terms of raising awareness, another thing is that it’s really very itchy now. Did you get your walnut checked? Please remember to get your walnut checked.
«What kindly faeries might ignite?» — This Crippled Flesh featuring the return of Penny Rimbaud, Belle Thackray and Japanther too of course
«A field day for the Sundays» — a short film by the artist known as Domo Arigâteau
Ordinarily I don’t much care for crowdfunding, or for books about punque roque, but I think this one is really quite different in that it is roughly a million times more interesting than the usual sort of thing and, not least, the people behind it are very lovely indeed. So, you know, if you are interested in objects of rare beauty and if it piques your curiosity then please consider supporting their project. All the stuff and more can be found here
** STOP PRESS: LA NOUVELLE VAGUE DE LA NOUVELLE VAGUE… JELLO EST IN **
The British Independent Film Awards, Old Billingsgate, London, 8 December 2013
And woo, another nicely branded clip:
Nice Price. Ronco. K-Tel. Penguin Classics. Day 11. Page 37. Although if you discount the pictures and take into account that it starts on page 3 then in real terms it’s page 28. I don’t know what I was thinking. I think I thought it would at least be an interesting read. It isn’t. I’m giving up and moving on and choosing life.
«A financier can be a singer, a lawyer a police spy, a baker can parade his literary tastes, an actor can be president, a chef can philosophise on cookery techniques as if they were landmarks in universal history. Anyone can join the spectacle, in order publicly to adopt, or sometimes secretly practise, an entirely different activity from whatever specialism first made their name. Where ‘media status’ has acquired infinitely more importance than the value of anything one might actually be capable of doing, it is normal for this status to be readily transferable; for anyone, anywhere, to have the same right to the same kind of stardom. Most often these accelerated media particles pursue their own careers in the glow of statutorily guaranteed admiration. But it sometimes happens that the transition to the media provides the cover for several different enterprises, officially independent but in fact secretly linked by various ad hoc networks. With the result that occasionally the social division of labour, along with the readily forseeable unity of its application, reappears in quite new forms: for example, one can now publish a novel in order to arrange an assassination. Such picturesque examples also go to show that one should never trust someone because of their job»
— Guy Debord, Comments on the Society of the Spectacle, 1988
Ten A6 (148x105mm) postcards on 325gsm Revive uncoated board in a red and white candystripe bag. The Red Crayon Faction postcard set includes portraits of Jean Seberg, Malcolm McLaren, George Orwell, Ulrike Meinhof, Leila Khaled, Penny Rimbaud and Johnny Thunders as well as a “group shot” and two bonus cards: We’re Getting There + Fine Dining in the Liberal-Fascist Complex. You can take a closer look at the cards here
George Orwell is alive and well and living on benefits. The debut novel by Dom Shaw — Eric Is Awake — is out on Kindle on 25 June (Orwell’s 110th birthday) and in print from 15 July. It’s a darn good read of course with a quite lovely cover. All the skinny is here and, if you are minded, you can score a copy from Amazon in the UK or the US
Coming soonish… meanwhile you can see the rough-cut Pimp My Blitzkrieg trailer here
Disclaimer: All characters and events portrayed in this big-ass, big-budget, fast-action trailer — even those based on real people — are entirely fictional, or mostly fictional or somewhat partly fictional
The British Independent Film Awards, Old Billingsgate, London, 9 December 2012
And woo, here’s a nicely branded clip:
Forty years of radical publishing