WAS my Blog (Hey! I’m not really a blog I’m a magazine - but not your usual sort of) Magazine. BLOGZINE. It's stopped being anything now, as of April 9, 2008.
But what is online stays online, and what's here is what happened while it was happening. The Chinese above, in Pinyin, is huānyíng, and it means “Welcome” and it’s meant. The girl (pictured) is my television lawyer, just in case. E&D is (or was) a mix of poetry & reviews and sometimes charmingly gentle rhubarb (sometimes with hot custard); it has a heart of rolled gold & the word ‘acerbic’ (is that related to ‘cynical’?) doesn't come into it. There are music reviews too, of gigs at the local music halls. This bit was on hold for a while because I was in China for two years, but now I'm not, though I'm going back soon. Anyway, everything here is all a kind of mysterious (I’d like to say it’s sensuous but it isn’t) zone of gentle & benign happiness (whatever the hell 'happiness' is), where headaches disappear & people are friends, & your shoes never need cleaning, & I hope you enjoy it.
This is a re-designed site, launched in October 2006. You can view the original website, and all the stuff published there, by clicking here.
Oh, & if you want to find out about my poetry, please go to my Home-From-Home which is a site almost as heavenly as this one.
E&D is no longer accepting submissions of work for publication.
Remember That I Love You by Kimya Dawson
Sample track: Loose Lips [Listen]
Kimya Dawson features heavily on the "Juno" soundtrack, a soundtrack that's as wonderful as the movie. This LP is ok, too. It gets a little trying in places, but it's generally ok.
Dig!!! Lazarus, Dig!!! by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Sample track: More News From Nowhere [Listen]
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I had an e-mail from a friend a few days back with an interesting snippet of information which, I have to admit, made me chuckle. Here's the relevant bit:
I was at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park on Sunday [………] & noticed that they were advertising Simon Armitage as their 2007 Artist in Residence. (He’s not just a writer anymore, he’s an artist.) Anyhow, they had a little display table in the gift shop with all his books arranged around a big glass bowl full of … "Simon Armitage Fortune Cookies (50p)" – they apparently contain little gobbets of his poetry-wisdom……
Every witty thing I came up with to say at this point I've decided was too obvious, albeit very funny.
(By the way, my apologies for the big time break between posts -- I've been away..... I am back now, until I go away again. It's the New Year holiday here in China, and that's my excuse.)
Comments
As I read that, I was convinced it was going to say: "little gobbets of his spit". Now that would have been art...
As I read that, I was convinced it was going to say: "little gobbets of his spit". Now that would have been art...
Posted by: Jonathan | February 19, 2007 at 22:39