Afleveringen
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To celebrate the release of his memoir The Black Pool on May 22nd, I spent 2 hours boring my close friend Tim MacGabhann into unconsciousness.
Book launch details: 6pm, May 22nd in Hodges Figgis Dublin.
Click here to read an extract that became the opening chapter: https://thedublinreview.com/article/the-black-pool/
Link to preorder or buy The Black Pool: https://blackwells.co.uk/bookshop/product/The-Black-Pool-by-Tim-MacGabhann/9781399728232 -
"You get under my skin I don't find it irritating,
You always play to win but I won't need rehabilitating
oh no" - Another Girl Another Planet, The Only Ones -
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âThank god skin-patch is nearly gone
And the impress of fingers dead
Have disappeared and left me aloneThat one night I did not put jackboots on
Don't want to end
Reflection
It's still there, though I am goneâ - The Fall, Bremen Nacht -
"My friends, you should not live like this." - Chekhov, when asked what his plays were supposed to convey.
"For we know that if our earthly house, this tent, is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens." - II Corinthians, 5:1 NKJV
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âBlake is always unexpected. If you think you know all the works, youâre wrong. Thereâs always something that comes up; if itâs not a new work, then an old work will appear in a different kind of way. There are certain works Iâm completely obsessed by and I donât know how he made them. I donât know how he made them at that time because thereâs nothing like them: theyâre completely original. I think his thing was originality.â - Brian Catling
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âSo many great books have drowned in respectâ - Iain Sinclair, Crash
âVaughn never been a duck-and-diver
He spit on the mic, yuck, saliva
Hold it like a truck driver hold a CB on a sharp turn
Still clutchin' his chest from the heartburnâŠâ - Viktor Vaughn, Saliva"Into the thundering cannon and into the murdering gun" - William Blake, Jerusalem
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"And in Hell beneath & a mighty & awful change threatend the Earth.
The American War began. All its dark horrors passed before my face..."- William Blake, Letter to John Flaxman September 12 1800
I'm joined on this episode by fellow Live At The Death Factory host and writer Astrid Rose, whose work you can find here: https://astridannerose.gumroad.com/ -
"...writing could provide me with the means of so radically outwitting myself that I could bring my hidden experiences, my unadmitted self into view." - Raymond Roussel
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"The Stumbling Block is an ark of extinction. A bouillon hive of the murdered past, frozen dry to a mass. Something has warmed its corner, the oxoed grit bleeds a vein of contagion, virulent in its passion to embrace and swim in human tides" - Brian Catling, The Stumbling Block
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"Cough up a pointless lecture
Does it matter?
Vomit me more conjecture
Doesn't matter
Argue till your left brain dies
Does it matter?
Presume to abuse my time
Doesn't matter
Let me paint a perfect picture
Let it read like a holy scripture
The words that leave my mouth
Are just words you can live without
Found community a struggle for me
It's a collision: clash and grieve
Nonsense screws and breeds
Thoughts untethered went lost at sea" - Touché Amore, Circa 95 -
"...okay, that's life,
that's what I was told anyway
And picking your feet till they bleed may be the half of it
If every fourth animal in the world is a beetle
Maybe every fourth person is a dumb fuck
Listen, listen carefully now: here's the answer
It rhymes with axe
Why it's those personal acts, of course
Those personal acts
Those suicide pacts
Those carelessly stored razorblades in the hands of small children
It's my face smeared on the pavement
It's Everyday
It's Everyday" - Everyday I Start To Ooze, Nomeansno -
"BE WHO YOU ARE, WRECK THEM, AND THEN DIE" - Rammellzee
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"There are no castles without ghosts
And no spirits without hope
But nobody passes the test of time
I do not fear the buried sounds
Of words that echo underground
A memory is a loaded gun
And I remember everyone
I remember everyone
I remember you" - Ghosts, Nomeansno -
"For every detective novel, regardless of its story, is for every reader, above all, a novel about himself: about what happened to the reader as a human individual in general, as an individual developing from a child into an adult; as a living being who experiences continuous transitions there and back, from layer to layer of consciousness..." - On The Detective Story, Sergei Eisenstein
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"Some roads are only seen at night
Ghost roads, nothing but neon signs
But some nights, the neon gas gets free
And turns into walking dead like meAnd I've been making promises I know I'll never keep
One of these days, I'm gonna leave you in your sleep
I'll have to go when the whistle blows, the whistle knows my name
Baby, I was born on a train" - Born On A Train, Magnetic Fields -
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"...'For I aint, you must know,' said Betty, 'much of a hand at reading writing-hand, though I can read my Bible and most print. And I do love a newspaper. You mightn't think it, but Sloppy is a beautiful reader of a newspaper. He do the Police in different voices." - Mutual Friend, Charles Dickens -
"The fire of wild abandon burns
so beautiful and bright
The ashes fade away after
consuming all the light
The fire of wild abandon
burns so beautiful and hot
I used to know the way back home
but somehow I forgot
Through all the smoke I canât see you
Whatâs the thing you been turned into?
Something fun, or someone new
The fire of wild abandon
Feel the lie becoming true
Whose eyes are you seeing through?
Teeth, turn in on yourselves and chew
The parasite expanding
Through all the heat waves you canât see
The thing you thought I used to be
Distorted uncontrollably
Beyond misunderstanding
And in the wreckage, nothing there
Only the cold spell in the air
I cried for you like you were dead
But itâs just that youâre something else instead
And as I felt myself float away, way up there
Up above all the houses
and the people and the trees
And I thought Iâd go back,
back down there, be like them
But I canât anymore,
âcause I donât know which one was me
I donât know which one was me"
- Fire Of Wild Abandon, Evil Sword
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âI have said before that the music is the words and the words are the music. It is all there for you to understand if you can and for you to feel, regardless.â
- Sun Ra, This Planet is Doomed
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"I fire myself ten times a day
I throw myself in a watery grave
With fourteen horses on top of my head
I hear the voice again and again" - I Fire Myself, Mary Timony - Laat meer zien
