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Fondue Set, Water, Vocals, Gamelan, Songstone, Thundertube, Chinese Clarinet, Caixa, Bowed Berimbau, Tin Whistle, Saw, Tablas, Bongos, Djembe and Pote.
This is a poem not so much inspired by recent events in my life as it is a direct product of them. It’s intended as part of a collection of poems entitled “Love, Honour and Obey” which I hope to have finished sometime early in the new year.
Electric handblender, jaws harp, saw, tablas, glockenspiel and radio-controlled helicopter music
my Djembe, my Tablas, my Bongos, my Flute and my Tibetan cymbals - and proceeded to thrash the hell out of them with a drumstick for samba drums! How inconsiderate…
Somewhere Else is not one of the things that I’ll have to say goodbye to now that I’m leaving. I can’t help wondering though if my entries from back home will be the same…
The un-official guide to aspiring ASMs (don’t worry if you don’t know what ASM is-it’s all part of the training)
Guess what Friday 17th of November 2006 is? It is the first official "I’m Up For A Chat On The Tube Day"‘Tube Chat 2006’, if you prefer)
This is a paper studying how Dante in The Inferno and Sartre in his play No Exit portray hell and what does this representation implies for their time, ideology and beliefs.
This discusses how empire has been changed and redefined in the post colonial erra.
Im sure most are aware of what is going on in the Middle East at the moment. This is merely a few thoughts put down. It won’t change anything. But read it anyway
The Representative is a play but it’s also a fact: Nazis, Jews, Clergy, the Pope. Find the weakest link. Deport it. Gas it. Horrendous? It really happened.
The ‘bookend’ to a previous three movement piano piece, ‘Chasing the Sound of No one Talking’ is a completely improvised description of a relationship finally calming down.
As such, where ‘The Unfolding’ was about intensity, being out of control, chaos and beauty, ‘Chasing...’ is more considered, less disturbing, spacious.
That’s not to say that it doesn’t have its dark moments because it also details the end of chaos and the beginnings of a positive period, even an uplifting one.
Like ‘The Unfolding’, it’s in three movements: Worry, Uncertainty and Faith. The title refers to being asked for space, and the emotions I went through.
Thankfully, everything turned out ok and the third part reflects this quite well.
The link below will take you there…
I was late for college that day
a man was shot outside Iceland...
Welcome to Matt’s Winkworth wonderland, right on your door!!!
When movies take their social role seriously, two things can happen: Either end up being didactic and boring or touch an inner chord of the audience. Now, most of us will agree about under which category ‘The Constant Gardener’ falls.
I know that the following is not a brilliant theory -after all it’s just a song- but the last time that I felt so close to someone’s words was years ago so I had to write about it and share my small ‘’epiphany’’.
Do the lyrics of this song reveal a dark side to the iconic rebel?
The second article dealing with the films ‘Capote’ and ‘Walk the Line’; this part is dedicated to ‘Capote’.
’’Le temps qui reste’’ has been successfully rendered as ‘’Time to Leave’’ and nothing is lost in translation because the question remains...how do you spend the time left when you know you are dying in 3 months? (and you are 31)
Fortunately, in ‘The Da Vinci Code’ cinema season, there are films like James’ Marsh debut, ‘The King’, that have the power of confronting the audience by raising questions with no easy or ready-made answers.
Nostalgia is one of my favourite words. It’s of Greek origin: nostos+algos. nostos=the travel of returning home, algos=pain. Beautiful word; proper title to a strangely beautiful film.
the latest instalment in diane’s guide to living without falling apart
This is a paper that I did for a class that discusses how society is converting their flesh into data.
This poem is about the death of two chimps in suspicious circumstances, after the disbandment of the unit housing them at Ohio State University.
3 hours in a London theatre is probably one of the best ways to begin a Saturday night out, provided that you don’t have to use the Northern line to return home. But if the play is good, well, actually you need this extra time in order to talk about it…
This article looks critically at the arguments of Susan Greenfield, who thinks we can learn nothing about human brains by exploiting the analogy with computers. Professor Greenfield was given the opportunity to comment on the article before publication, but said she had no time to read unsolicited material.
Welcome to London: we don’t really have skyscrapers, we have psychogeography. Ruminations on two web-mediated observations of this great city.
This is a ‘blog versus diary’ debate. Well, not really a debate but rather an attempt to understand how did people make the transition from the absolute private to the absolute public.
There was a pink notebook.. Everyone who took a book from the book sh(w)op had to write something in it..Their favourite writer, book and quote..And this is what they wrote..thank u guys!
Some of the poetry published in my poetic pseudonym (Davina Titwillow) during the Somewhere Else Picnic on 5 May. These items were commissioned by members of the Goldsmiths public who rolled up and requested poetry on a theme of their choice.
You had your questions answered at the Somewhere Else Annual picnic . . .
oh the same old questions with the same old evasions why can’t we just drop this whole charade, i’m sorry i’m not a perfect child but i don’t need to travel down your road to love you
A poem about a really good friend that took too much acid in our earlier years which triggered his latent paranoid schizophrenia.
It details how he was utterly, permanently changed.
It’s sad, but I’ve now known him far longer as a madman than when he was one of those inspirational characters whose boundless enthusiasm for life made us all think anything was possible in the future.
This was the simplest way I could attempt to describe in words (which are, and will never be adequate) what it’s like to live as a manic-depressive.
Another example of a long-forgotten poetic form (I think it was published because it was so obscure).
I was a veggie for four years, and often dreamt about chicken curry bubbling in a pot (even though I’m more of a lamb man), so I tried to capture and exaggerate this ‘hunger’ in an amusing way.
A description of when waking up and the day ahead can be looked forward to when it’s cold and bleak.
Although these poems are in the format of Renga and Tanka (like haiku but longer), they use the form but not the typical Japanese content of beauty in nature (mostly).
Another humorous poem that is strongly indebted to the final line of poems by Wendy Cope.
A poem about those long all night conversations you have with a friend that seems to encompass everything (and nothing).
A poem about the second most intense and terrible break-up I’ve had. It reflects how bitter and lost I felt at the time, as well as how one-sided my thinking was about it all.
I certainly learnt that if you’re asked ‘What are you thinking?’, that you should not say ‘nothing’ and completely clam up EVERY SINGLE TIME!
Halfway through watching ‘The English Patient’ I stopped it and wrote this as my reaction. I don’t really think this, of course.
A poem about when you and your friend know that your friendship is over.
A poem about growing up, my relationship with my father and the impact it had on my family.
This collection of songs and instrumentals includes songs written with my sister Michelle, and they cover a variety of topics.
More mood music of the guitar variety is also here, and the tone is more upbeat and calm than previous offerings.
Details of the songs are on the site if you click on the link to them.
The list of songs/ tracks are:
1 The Odyssey of Mischa 2 From the Sidelines 3 Jazz Skit 4 Disguised Dub 5 You cut me 6 The Sea, the sea 7 The centre remains Still 8 Ripples on a pond 9 Revelry 10 Real glockenspiel tune
11 Guitars in Distress 12 Jazz Fugue 13 In the Dark 14 21st century Dub 15 Flake Ad
The Wicker Man, the “post-religious”, and how religion seems to be bound to be a historical derivative.
The Anti-Garden is evolving, but as summer barbecues and open-air parties are approaching, it is being inesorably pushed towards extinction. It will be dead by late May, I’ve been told.
anyone who is up for a chat on the tube is entitled to wear an ‘I’m up for a chat on the tube’ badge
Some of the (better) songs I was working on last summer with a group of young Jamaicans (Ylimaf)with an ‘old-school’ mentality to making music. Sadly, the project never came to fruition as I had only joined them to provide all the music for the backing tracks. In the end, I had to engineer the vocals, produce the tracks and was in the process of learning to master them too. All I wanted to do was play some instruments on stage! Anyway anyway, some of the songs turned out reasonably well (although they are still decidedly ‘unpolished’). However, I do love Stacy’s voice - it always made me sit up and listen during those long long studio sessions…
By clicking on the hotlink below you can listen to some of my more ‘accessible’ music. These are the songs:
1 A schizophrenic Spanish guy plays Spanish guitar while singing a Japanese hymn 2 Flames gonna burn 3 What have I done since I’ve been on Earth? 4 Hater Dog 5 Babylon get prepared
Enjoy!
A collection of pieces of music made between 2000 and 2005. Electronic-based, these cathartic expressions are an attempt to convey various (ok, mostly gloomy) states of mind and emotions.
By clicking on the hotlink below you will be able to download any or all of the following:
1 Chaos in my head 2 Unexplained sadness 3 More unexplained sadness 4 Serotonin-adrenalin rush 5 Philosophical accordion 6 Sometimes you just have to go on 7 Misery is Circular
8 Calm, Still 9 October Ice 10 Angry, impotent 11 Friday 2000 12 Dark dark November
There are more fulsome explanations of the individual pieces themselves on the website itself.
An electric guitar and multiple effects piece that attempts to describe what may go through the minds of the numerous mentally ill people I encounter daily on the Kilburn High Road.
Despite spending unknown (but probably large) amounts of money on a branding exercise to help re-position the Goldsmiths Educational Product™, the primary ‘touchpoint’ for people coming to the university provides a subtler, yet commensurately more powerful message about the college’s priorities . . .
I noticed this unfortunate bit of sponsorship by NatWest at an aquarium I went to the other day . . .
There are many tests of intelligence available, but few if any which claim to test your virtue. This one has been written to bridge that awkward gap between psychology and religion.
The fifth page of another piece of micro-fiction in the style of my ealier Words in Freedom poetry.
The fourth page of another piece of micro-fiction in the style of my earlier Words in Freedom poetry.
The third page of another piece of micro-fiction in the style of my earlier Words in Freedom poetry.
The second page of another piece of micro-fiction in the style of my earlier Words in Freedom poetry.
The first page of another piece of micro-fiction in the style of my earlier Words in Freedom poetry.
The fouth and final page of a piece of micro-fiction in the style of my earlier Words in Freedom poetry.
The third page of a piece of micro-fiction in the style of my earlier Words in Freedom poetry.
The second page of a piece of micro-fiction in the style of my earlier Words in Freedom poetry.
The first page of a piece of micro-fiction written in the style of my earlier Words in Freedom poetry.
I took these photos when I travelled to Tibet about five years ago, hope you like them.
This image is taken from the top of a trashcan lid. The brand name is Simplehuman. I thought that was funny, a trashcan labeled simplehuman, it seem to me to state that life is cheep.
The Unfolding is a three movement semi-improvised piece for piano - although played here on my crappy keyboard with added reverb.
It has slight modernist touches (i.e. the ‘dark’ passages), and attempts to describe the unfolding of a relationship in the form of a ‘musical love letter’.
The movements are: 1 The Girl in the Next Dress 2 The Garden of the Sunlight and the Moon 3 The Transgression/ Resolution and Understanding.
Dear Hedwig, I don’t know if Tommy could hear you last night, but be sure that everyone present in the Student Union did hear you. And see you. And most important, feel you. Thank you for that. (for those who are not Hedwig, please keep reading-or you loose...)
From his current perspective as a PhD student at Goldsmiths College, Ahmed Masoud talks about his experiences as a child growing up in Gaza.
Absolutely great comic strip by Michael Fagin. Eminem, 50cent and John Terry face off over a cruel nicotene addiction . . .
This is the first of two articles reflecting my thoughts after watching ‘Capote’ and ‘Walk the Line’. These two films are connected in my mind, not just because they are both biographies, but also because their heroes seem to share a lot..
I am currently in the process of transforming a once prosperous back garden into a commentary on the decadence of Western civilization.
i can’t quite remember what inspired this, maybe it was feeling fragile dressed in lacy underwear or something.
this is a short little piece of writing that is part of a work-in-progress collection of prose+poetry. most of them are very fragmentary and as the collection grows i may play on the ways they link to each other. any comments on the direction you think this piece seems to go would be welcome. interactive literature, how exciting. xxx
i woke up and my bin was full of nitrous cylinders and an empty bottle…
What is interdisciplinarity? Is it just another intellectual fashion, or is there more to it? How did the idea arise, and where is it going? Goldsmiths’ Warden, Professor Geoffrey Crossick, believes that it is one of the waves of the future, and that we can do something to make it happen now in Goldsmiths.
this is a poem written while contemplating on a Peter Greenaway painting in an art gallery in Athens.
this is a piece of writing inspired by the confusion one gets oneself into when “making love”
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