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A drive
I've just been out with Barry and Chris, who got it together at my NYE party. I've known them separately for some time. I think they're both gorgeous and I sometimes imagine being Chris's pornographic photographer. I like telling a girl what to do, without giving her any option or choice or say about what type of sex will now happen. I like depriving a woman of agency. It wasn't the dominant theme of the evening, but I always end up talking about sex when I'm with Chris. She's got this sexual energy, a drive. I think having sex as a drive, as something which is at the core of your person, is natural, but there are very few people with whom one can talk about it--just normally, not making a big exceptional category of it. It's almost impossible with men, who often ridicule women who like sex, a displacement of the male fear of the libidinous woman which drives (different sense of the same word, same force) a great deal of the misogyny in everyday life.
It's been so nice since NYE, getting a bit closer to them both. I feel privileged that a couple of days before a very big operation to do with Chris's cancer, that they chose to spend a night in the pub with me. It's lovely how he looks at her, his mixture of fascination, surprise, simple enjoyment in her company, and lust; all of us talking without thinking about what we say but picking up on interesting things.
They're all coming to Kitty's party in three weeks' time. Barry is doing the music; he's got this enviable collection of funk, jazz-funk and disco, on vinyl. I told Chris, "even if you're laid out drugged up and senseless post-op on the sofa, you've got to come." She said she wants to, as something to look forward to. I'm looking forward to it too. Every single day, I think "we're all going to die." But before then, let's just roll up the banknotes, or train tickets, and have lots of sex and get another pint in.
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looby, n.; pl. loobies. A lout; an awkward, stupid, clownish person
M / 61 / Bristol, "the most beautiful, interesting and distinguished city in England" -- John Betjeman [1961, source eludes me].
"Looby is a left-wing intellectual who is obsessed with a) women's clothes and b) tits." -- Joy of Bex.
WLTM literate woman, 40-65. Must have nice tits, a PhD, and an mdma factory in the shed, although the first on its own will do in the short term.
There are plenty of bastards who drink moderately. Of course, I don't consider them to be people. They are not our comrades.
Sergei Korovin, quoted in Pavel Krusanov, The Blue Book of the Alcoholic
I am here to change my life. I am here to force myself to change my life.
Chinese man I met during Freshers Week at Lancaster University, 2008
The more democratised art becomes, the more we recognise in it our own mediocrity.
James Meek
Tell me, why is it that even when we are enjoying music, for instance, or a beautiful evening, or a conversation in agreeable company, it all seems no more than a hint of some infinite felicity existing apart somewhere, rather than actual happiness – such, I mean, as we ourselves can really possess?
Turgenev, Fathers and Sons
I hate the iPod; I hate the idea that music is such a personal thing that you can just stick some earplugs in your ears and have an experience with music. Music is a social phenomenon.
Jeremy Wagner
La vie poetique has its pleasures, and readings--ideally a long way from home--are one of them. I can pretend to be George Szirtes.
George Szirtes
Using words well is a social virtue. Use 'fortuitous' once more to
mean 'fortunate' and you move an English word another step towards
the dustbin. If your mistake took hold, no-one who valued clarity
would be able to use the word again.
John Whale
One good thing about being a Marxist is that you don't have to pretend to like work.
Terry Eagleton, What Is A Novel?, Lancaster University, 1 Feb 2010
The working man is a fucking loser.
Mick, The Golden Lion, Lancaster, 21 Mar 2011
Rummage in my drawers
The Comfort of Strangers
23.1.16: Big clearout of the defunct and dormant and dull
16.1.19: Further pruning
If your comment box looks like this, I'm afraid I sometimes can't be bothered with all that palarver just to leave a comment.
63 mago
Another Angry Voice
the asshat lounge
Clutter From The Gutter
Crinklybee Defunct
Exile on Pain Street
Fat Man On A Keyboard
gairnet provides: press of blll
George Szirtes ditto
Infomaniac [NSFW]
Laudator Temporis Acti
Leeds's Singing Organ-Grinder
On The Rocks
The Most Difficult Thing Ever nothing since April
Quillette
Strange Flowers
Wonky Words
"Just sit still and listen" - woman to teenage girl at Elliott Carter weekend, London 2006
5:4Bristol New Music
Desiring Progress Collection of links only
NewMusicBox
Purposeful Listening (né The Rambler)
Resonance FM
Sequenza 21
Sound and Music
Talking Musicology defunct, but retained
