It’s been a long time since I did a blog post like this and I’ve missed it, so why not eh?
- First up. I discovered the slightly overwhelming joy of UbuWeb, wow what a resource. UbuWeb describes itself as ‘A completely independent resource dedicated to all strains of the avant-garde, ethnopoetics, and outsider arts’. It’s amazing, I’ve been lost for hours. So far highlights have been hearing the poems of my hero Forough Farrokhzad read in Farsi on Iranian radio in the 60′s, Max Ernst being interviewed sometime in the 60′s, some footage of Arthur Russell and a full version of the Arena documentary on Robert Mapplethorpe from 1988. Tip of an iceberg for sure.
- An order from Kansas City based natural perfumer For Strange Women arrived this morning, a set of beautifully packaged perfume oil samples which all smell SO good it’s hard to know which one I’ll end up ordering full size. Although I’m leaning towards ‘Winter Kitty‘!
- Music wise I’m still obsessed with the website This Is My Jam, you can find me there updating in a slightly neurotic manner and also over on Mixcloud.
- Viberg Packer Boots want/need/fawn/lust/swoon etc handmade in Canada, taking my covetous nature to a new extreme.
- Authors and their beloved pets!
- Audiobooks. It started with a summer of listening to Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas over and over whilst sat in my studio and has turned into me needing to have people read me stories wherever I go! Currently it’s Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut read by Stanley Tucci, so great in every way. Really loved listening to Patti Smith read Just Kids and Neil Gaiman’s American Gods read by the king of audiobooks, the fantastic George Guidall.
- Still got regular books coming out of my ears, I’ve had to put a ban on buying more until I work my way through the teetering pile by my bed which threatens to either fall on my head and squash me while I sleep or just generally overwhelm me. As usual I have a mix of non-fiction books (usually about food) currently it’s Thrive Foods by Brendan Braizer, fiction (Narcopolis by Jeet Thayill) and a lot of poetry books. I’m really enjoying Japanese female waka poetess Ono no Komachi who was seemingly pretty lovelorn during the Japanese middle ages and rediscovering the bleak confessional poetry of American poet Anne Sexton (example posted in previous blog entry).
- Last but not least animals are the best.
Over and out.