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Where the ether, Where the grave
In an attic, the voodooed lambswool of my childhood, the crawl of hunger through the schisms in Ceylon satinwood. I return to the chessboard of its floor, to the amputee in the closet; to the limbless mannequin of a fox-born elegy that drags its sharkskin, through the gut of my gap-tooth. This is where my arms turn into a diary drunk on apologies This is where I lied, I laid – blood sainted by an…
Editors, the platinum selling band from Stafford, have been talking to the press about their new album In Dream. The band’s fifth album, released at the start of October, sees the band head further into an electronic influenced sound – one perhaps at odds with their last album, The Weight of Your Love Lead singer Tom Smith commented ‘After the last record being more traditional, more a rock…
His: the tree that won’t shoulder the noose His: Celan cusped in the precipice’s phalange His: a herbarium pickled in scum and flu His: a couture of surgical gowns His: black plague Barcelona The limbs of postlude; the limbs of Japanese honeysuckle. His: viral nurseries. Taproots flattened to carcasses of bamboo beetles His: the shaved head of an Indian moonstone His: the empty fist of a…
Franz Ferdinand rock Italy’s Home Festival
It’s 9.00pm on a thursday evening, as Interpol take to the main stage at Home Festival, one of Italy’s newest and most promising festivals. The crowd is big, the vibe is good, and it manages to coax out a smile even from the ever-taciturn New York band as they play a solid set comprising hits from all four albums. The Home festival may just be one of the answers that European festival goers have…
Flamingo Spotting in the Camargue
The Camargue area of Provence is famous for its wild windy coast, its brine lagoons, and its reed-covered marshes. The area, Europe’s largest river delta as the Rhone flows out into the sea, forms a protected natural park (Parc naturel régional de Carmague ) that is a nature lover’s paradise. There are plenty of reasons to visit the Camargue, including the pretty towns…
Ireland’s biggest and best cult band The Frames celebrate their 25th anniversary with a string of live shows, an album of collected songs, and – most importantly for long time fans – a new song ‘none but i The Frames have always had a hesitant and wary approach to ‘hit songs’, despite having penned quite a few, so it’s no surprise that Longitude, as the album is titled, is not simply a greatest…
Bologna has a thriving cultural life, and one of its centerpieces is Mambo (Museo Art Moderna di Bologna), a wonderful art museum with temporary and permanent exhbitions, situated in Via Don Giovanni Minzoni 14, between the city centre and the train station. A lot of thought has gone in to the Museum, which was formerly housed in Piazza della Costituzione, in the City’s trade fair zone (the Fiera…
“I just felt a bit annoyed, nothing too deep!” Hollie Mcnish is talking about the first time she performed in front of an audience. “It was at the Poetry Café, Covent Garden, at a night called Poetry Unplugged, hosted by Nial O’Sullivan. He was brilliant and really welcoming” The place is usually packed with funny looking characters who feed their hunger for good and bad poets, great and lousy…
As young as you are, light matters still in evening rites mother sing lullabies that taste of herbs a shield glimmering in stars for them light matters still Light on rooftop make asphalt shiver like wizards with mice up their sleeves mother’s lilted trance illuminates pin-pricked stars, feline shaped impressions on a lunar phase, wide eyed cat stalking wizards, claws opening holes in night a…
And the fireflies wheel lassos around the castle the pine-trees make widescreen, the spaces of adjacent arch and the indeterminacy of summer air whispers Tuareg from its desert sojourn joined dots of insects, a blanket quilted on river’s edge the resulting kaleidoscope might be treacherous might wage battles, the wingspans cannot fight the intermittent moments choose the trout’s semi-circle…