Thursday, 26 February 2015

Expand the Possibilities

I've just made a new zine - Broken Freedom Song - 6000-odd words about 3000-odd miles on a borrowed motorbike, starting in Tucson, AZ and passing through weird and wonderful places such as The Centre of the World, Salton Sea, Salvation Mountain, Slab City, The Joshua Tree, Mt. Baldy, LA, Big Sur & SF amongst others... my mate and cosmic rebbi, Jeru Price said it reads like a Hemmingway letter, if he was into motorbikes and chilling instead of bloodsports and booze, which I'm pretty fuckin' stoked with if I'm honest.

(color photocopied on the sly at various places)




hit us up here - beastmangoat@hotmail.com if you'd like a copy...3 quid posted in the UK, and a bit more elsewhere...cheers.

(Lemmy's critique is that she couldn't step over it fast enough...so it goes.)

Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Outlaw Scum Fucks

Me & Andy, SF, 2014. (photo by some Chinese mechanic who was standing by smoking a fag)

some shite I wrote about twat-planking and SF scum fucks can be found - here

Tuesday, 3 February 2015

Breaking Down Walls

When we were kids
I used to go to my friend Johnny’s
In order to lose ourselves amongst his mother’s meadow-like garden
Round the back of the house
That the university let them live in
As long as Johnny’s mam worked
On the campus there.

Endless days spilt into weeks spilt into months
Spent in the abandonment which summer and childhood
Can afford
And I ceased to think of that house, with its great,
Green expanse on all sides
As anything other than my own.

One particularly sickly-sweet, sweaty day
Andy (Johnny’s brother) came running, telling tales of
An ancient brick wall that he’d found
Behind some bushes, in a far-flung,
Lesser-explored corner of the meadow
Which looked like, with a little persuasion
Would probably just fucking fall o’er
Which, of course, was all the information we needed.

Streaking across the long grass,
in usual formation (Johnny first/ me/ Andy trailing a little behind)
Leaping over logs and through tangleweed
Andy shouting clipped directions from behind
We arrived, breathless, at the decrepit, redbrick antiquity
Sagging and bowing under its own weight
And decades worth of weathered, crumbling mortar.
Stopping only to draw breath and take in
The potential for juvenile destruction, then
Grabbing a fallen tree limb
Between the three of us
And, wielding that rudimentary battering ram
Joyously and dementedly, aiming that sucker
Into the heart of the most prominent bulge
And pounding her in
Over and over again
Whooping with exhaustion, splinters, blisters
And brick dust rising up
All around our ears.

We didn’t hear the shouts from beyond the wall
Over the racket we were busy making
The shrieks increasing with each fallen brick
A cacophony of abandonment and destruction
As the swelling cement finally gave up
and we went spilling through the fresh hole
Battering ram and all
A shower of splintering wood, broken stone and young limbs
Clattering in upon a well-to-do looking family
Sitting round a picnic table
Staring aghast at the point of commotion
And the place where 
their garden wall used to be.    


    

Saturday, 31 January 2015

A Rainy Night in Oakland (seems like it's raining all over the world)





One rainy night in East Oakland I called in unannounced on the East Bay Dragons MC.
One frosty night in Nottingham, I wrote some hokum & jive all about it.
One drizzly day in rural Yorkshire, Guy whacked the prattle in his glorious Magazine.
One sunny morning in Nottingham, it fell through my door...cheers Guy, stoked! (grab it here if ya so inclined...)

Sunday, 18 January 2015

High, Low and In Between

collage I made sometime ago, and can't remember why?

Sunday, 11 January 2015

Monday, 22 September 2014

Slouching Towards Bethlehem


Benchdonkee see, Benchdonkee do.



went up to Capin Bnax's to process some film in his d.i.y. darkroom. Had a couple of shots left on a roll, so he shot these in the dark and rain as I pissed off his neighbours...


Bob







tis the season of the harvest...


and of trippin' on out (at The Trip Out) ((there should be some more of my Trip Out snaps up on Guy's GKM blog-hole someday, someday, Sunday...))





Odge!

Odge's pal's banty



sundowner


Hip Priests based dance violence

tripped out






all my rammel broke my sub-frame on the way home, so I tied the broken rear end back on to the bike with some rope a kindly passing bloke gifted me and lobbed all my crap on't bars, which made the rest of the return trip a little more interesting than it might have otherwise been...rudder-physics.



...then Andy helped me fix it and nice it up...infinite more betterness...ta!

either way, Lemmy weren't fussed.

-reet, I'm off to slouch towards Bethlehem for a bit...sporadic visual updates from the West as & when... se la vie and onwards, upwards & sidewards-