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your mission is to consume and die young you are mercenary i’m patti hearst and this is vietnam the quiet american roars we are voluntary idiots pretentious soldiers of the markets and i am a hollow man part of the humming choir that celebrates the god of profits whilst we walk on stilts and wobble like stravinsky on harmonic tightropes above our fading star our fading home who thought it would fade so soon? these random clips just stuck together mean nothing in this broken jaw of communication the blinded eyes of where we live we climb the spindly trees to get nowhere and fall to our deaths and what do you care? until you fall too draw the curtains forever and live in the shadow we all are shadows now this toy of life to play with until it breaks the stilted dialogue of death and this is how it ends the film runs out the drive is full the motherboard stops you climb the tree and then you fall there is no more you climb to the top but still something’s always out of reach and so you fall you climb as high as you can in whichever way you want but don’t be afraid to fall because the answer’s underground |
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| melancholie in der popmusik or mélancolie et culture pop | ||
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hello i am in a hotel corridor as it is the only place i can get on line – which is why the photos stopped being up loaded and i went very very quiet. but i am here to tell you that i am appearing on the television in my former role of melancholic folk star (you remember him? well he’s BACK folks) – as is the wonderful way of the lilac time the programme is on arte and is called melancholie in der popmusik and is a tracks spezial on thursday 23rd november at 23:45 cet (repeated on wednesday 29th at 01:25 cet) according to a close friend “madame gainsbourge and even thom york are giving something personal” and then we perform an open book – i’m always promoting the keep going album – i never stopped. so now i’ve only got to go to australia to take more pictures and then i can make the follow up to keep going – i was going to tell you what it’s called but as it wont be out for months i wont. please don’t get me the penguin classic decadent poetry collection or the gore vidal memoir for christmas as i’ve already got them. take care everyone x |
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| a little marx - a little freud - a little social history | ||
| i think i live in the seventies - everything since seems to have been a mistake - or perhaps i never grew up - a supporter of european culture - the great novelists poets and composers whose names recur - well - nowhere anymore. i remain yours - washwood heaths greatest living poet - a throwback from the space age - when we knew the secret of success was the capacity to survive failure - see you round the clubs x | ||
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| backstage foro sol mexico city | ||
| we flew in from rio to do some awards show that ended after a long wait. this time we're in the bond street area of mexico city in a strange hotel of 25 floors. i'm on the 24th and as i sat in the circular bath a helicopter flew towards me and then descended. down below it's hard to believe jack kerouac and william burroughs lived and worked. around here each house and shop has an armed guard. but the food is good if you find a friendly place. two buskers singing lady madonna and mr moonlight in sweet harmony. some photos got corrupted so there are a few rio and mexico shots missing - a million mexican snaps as the car journey here took forever. now i must go through my pre stage rituals of listening to gram parsons and weeping. join the sol foro everyone x | ||
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| Araucanians | ||
| i woke up from dreaming i was in a distant land with a socialist female president - some dreams come true. but we leave here after the show - so our chilean experience will be too short. chris coco is writing his diary from the other side of van three you can find it here. nothing happens unless first a dream x | ||
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