my junk folder today - if anyone knows a ghost who might qualify as Glenda’s ‘Mr. Right’, please let me know and I’ll forward on the details I guess :|

my junk folder today - if anyone knows a ghost who might qualify as Glenda’s ‘Mr. Right’, please let me know and I’ll forward on the details I guess :|


saw some of Blood Orange’s set tonight at the Shacklewell Arms; fecking blinding.  Gutted I couldn’t have stayed to see it all - Dev Hynes is some sort of genius.

saw some of Blood Orange’s set tonight at the Shacklewell Arms; fecking blinding.  Gutted I couldn’t have stayed to see it all - Dev Hynes is some sort of genius.


Patti Smith’s “Just Kids”

I quoted from the book on here a little while ago and, having just finished it, can confidently say it has changed my life.  Granted, many good books affect aspects of our characters, identities and emotional sensibilities, some even change the way we see the world, if only for a short while.  ’Just Kids’ did all of these things and a little more, transporting me into the world of artistry that I always believed existed but, in the 21st century where extraordinary art and artists are little more than myths, histories and formulas to replicate, had never really experienced.  This book has taught me, among other things, that:

  • a network of like-minded souls is of paramount importance to artistic and emotional success
  • combinatory influences make for fascinating artistic output
  • the artist is usually the most powerful, provocative and perfect work of art that an artist creates
  • sex doesn’t always have to be purely sexual, and should never be taboo
  • natural-world influence on poetry can still be interesting
  • love and companionship are the most potent and precious artistic chemicals in existence

xx



Here’s a sampler of some new solo tracks I’ve been working on; I hope you like it Tumblr, ‘cause you’re cool. Tommyx


This video is at least ten types of awesome.


My Genital Affirmation (by thepowerisyrs)


The Chelsea was like a doll’s house in the Twilight Zone, with a hundred rooms, each a small universe…So many skirts had swished these worn marble stairs. So many transient souls had espoused, made a mark, and succumbed here. I sniffed out their spirits as I silently scurried from floor to floor, longing for discourse with a gone procession of smoking caterpillars
Patti Smith, “Just Kids”

(via achoule)