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Here's an interesting writer to check out. He's called Troy Lloyd, and his site's wrd.wthn.wrd. It's hard to know what to make of him, but the fact that you often have no idea what he's talking about, that his work sometimes looks kind of 60's-ish while being firmly established in contemporary practice, and that your reactions range from exhilaration to irritation (sometimes within a single piece) indicates there's something interesting and worthwhile going on. And then there's the second website, the extensive comments/explanations/underminings with every piece - who knows where he finds the time? Who knows where I find the time to read it? Anyway if you want your head to hurt in a good way go take a look here. Genius or well-educated twerp with logorrhea? Probably the former, maybe somewhere in between, definitely worth your time.
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Incidentally I hope the tone of this entry doesn't come across wrong. Troy does consistently manage to make me feel dumb.
thanx plenty for the kind words.
i find it strange i actually started a blog, i'm a bit of a "basketweaver" (inept on computers) and i'm always lacking resources such as ready cash for nice italian red wine.
that other bloog o googpooms is just a hobby i oddly started via copypasting misc bitsa wherever i'd land at & compile stuff up, one finds oneself doing searches for "prize-winning lungfull" to find the badscrambled translation processings. i had accumulated alotta that junk & now i am somewhat dreadful of compiling them, so mebbe it should be more short 'n fragmented 'n easyfun readin's -
my formal edu is minimal, i left "high school" in the 10th grade to be a sponsored amateur skateboarder, but then broke my collarbone 'n never was the same again gnarly aggro wise...sadly, i missed out on university also, so i did the self-taught thing uppa nutter booksa knobways.
i finally learned how to breathe properly.
speaking helps when not talking.
alarm clocks are for alarmists.
when in Rugby, do as the Spacemen.
salut!
.troy.
You're welcome.
Dunno if you've read much 'dead wasp' but you've kind of caught me at a strange time.
Having discovered some poetry alternatives I really didn't know about before, I ripped up my old practice and started trying a mass of new things.
Anyway, liking what I've seen of the colab between you and Mike on both your sites.
what has kept me alive & engaged with the world has been an insatiable curiosity & the delight associated with finding the things which invigorate me & make me feel somehow validated/reinforced to value myself as a human being.
i have been reading bits of 'ded wsp' & i'll continue going thru, it's interesting how documented our lives have become in post-info modernity & to navigate thru someone else's personal evolution is a bit like cartography, but the map is everchanging inna continual process of ebb & flow, on & off,manic & lazy.
i can identify w/ you especially because of what you've written about social phobia & also on the subject of that primitive masculinity which so many males embrace with asskickingness & how ultimately itsa major hindrance to human progress.
i'm also quite shy & have been all my life. beginning with my induction into the social realm at elementary school (this was within the first week), it was required to raise yr hand & ask permission from the teacher if one needed to use the wc, i couldn't raise my hand, i was paralyzed,trembling, afraid to open my mouth - i sat there in my schoolboy chair & pissed in my trousers...
...and that's how it's been a majority of my life until i discovered punk-rock via Crass (one reason why i'm kind of a Britfreek)
and began gaining courage - Crass was essential to me, they showed me that indeed the world was fucked,just like i had the feeling it was & they were not only telling me this but they were in active resistance to & denunciation of it...
...this lead to an uncovering of the underground & the fact that there existed another world outside the one i'd previously identified as being the only world there was - an opening still in process within me & expanding yet further daily thru the embrace of Otherness & the joy of being in awe at the works people create & this gives me a sense of solidarity...
...i often cry from joy, an overwhelming upsurge of orgasmic wellbeing emanating from the oldest primary circuits of my identity/spirit construct - just writing this now i'm crested on emotional wave, being able to have an interaction on subjects most 'normal' people never consider discussing...
...recently i saw Stars Of The Lid play live (at the Warhol museum no less, i was on holiday to visit Buffalo NY as i'd considered moving there due to lower cost of living & abundance of old turn-of-the-century- houses available on the cheap - it worked out well that my best friend eggtooth jeff
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went with me because he's a Warhol fan...if he'd not gone,i was planning on seeing SOTL in toronto canada as i've never been to canada & i digga lotsa stuff about canada - however, when we went to visit niagra falls, we were intended to go on the canadian side but the fucking gobsmackers denied entry due to my past criminal history, the ratbastards searched my car & detained us for a goddamn hour & sketched both our nerves out---so,if i had gone solo alone w/ intent to see SOTL in toronto i'd never got to see them play live, they had no dates in the south & they rarely go on tour)
...pardon the digression, tangents are the crisscrossed intersections that make conservation interesting but maybe not insuch depth onna comment box!
anyway, Stars of the Lid had long been one of my all-nite on repeat prescriptions for wellbeing & finally getting to see them live blew my lids off, i sat there crying the entire show, basking intha warmth & innersurging with intensities of nonverbal humdrone ritual...
...i would shit twinkies to see Vibracathedral! goddamn, i'd go full hippyhead & wear my granola-girl skirt & barefooted & nag champa pocketed & carrying twigs and branches to shake at the show...
i did get to see Sunburned Hand of the Man a while back, but they weren't "on" too well...
but motherfuck!
lightning bolt playing live is a transcendental experience, a couple of years back i took my holiday following them around the southeast while they were on tour, they were playing sets from hypermagicmountain, their strategy being to go on tour playing the new material gettin' solid then immed. at end of tour go to studio & record the album...they are super nice guys, after the third show they wouldn't take my money for show entry & at another place invited me for the evenings lodging, it was fuckall mindblistering!
bimey!
i'm onna bit of a ramble,eh?
this is my trademark, leaving extra long comments (& why i comment to my own blogposts). i began this in March ontha Atlanta Poets Group blog (which i link to on my blog) and it became my portal to online interactivity inwhich i had never participated before. i didda few blog posts on Artlanta which is a collective blog w/ an open password (if you do click that eggtooth link, my labels are : unlabel,cigarettes and something else i'm forgetting) and all this in turn has led to me creating my own blog which i think will be beneficial for me onna multi-leveled front...
...but oh yeah, when i was a bloody teenager in punk'd fukt purity (usa mid to late 80's hadda great hardcore scene and i was emerged into it...things are so different now w/ the intranetter making finding cultural debris a simple click, but when i was comin' up this knowledge was hardfought & well-earned, digging at the recordshop,reading fanzines, going to clubs in the worst part of town and the rate of exposure to significant cultural phenomena was much less frequent as it is post-info & this led one to a near fanatical enthusiasm when one did discover something to stimulate alterity...
..speaking of alterity, my teenage segueway was 'pposed to relate how i found the writings & theories of good 'ol Tim Leary & i became a believer in his 8 states theory & also the concept of negative mental imprints...
...i was convinced my problems were due to early negative mental imprints which were formed early in life becoming an integral part of my identity programming which were stamped so early on as to be an imperceptible dimension & influence to the makeup of my persona...the beautiful thing about smilin' Tim was he enabled me to recognize this & also said that they could be erased and rewritten just as could be done onna computer...i think i was somewhat successful in reprogramming myself, to a degree, and also a cleansing from cultural conditioning...i was eatin' alotta acid almost every other day, i was dealin' acid, i was tripp'd out like Syd Barrett and wouldn't you miss me, i'm justa person with vegetable men dancing headwise...
okay, i'll end this here as i suppose you'll consider me a lunatic...
New Weird America indeed!
right-the-fuck-on !
salut!
.troy.