9 Girls Called Joan
Like most people I meet, I have an auntie called Joan. My auntie Joan looks like Elton John, but how Elton John looks when he looks like Mark Twain. The three of them look like the crew of a small boat that probably doesn’t even need a crew at all, this boat is probably so advanced in technology that it drives itself, cleans itself, and thinks for the three Elton John/Mark Twain/Auntie Joan lookalikes. The boat begins to feel confused, it malfunctions in a puff of smoke that used to be modern technology, and those people first on the scene are finding it hard to piece together where Elton ends and Joan begins, and they don’t even believe that Mark Twain exists.
Emily Josephine McPhillips‘s story has been selected by Niven Govinden as part of NOISE Festival 2008.
Embracing the Bull: An Interview With Lydia Lunch
You have to figure out a way because there will be so many things always against you, against the individual, against someone who wants to radically create. It’s going to be the few who make a career out of complaining about everything that pisses them off, and there is only room for maybe one or two of us. I’d encourage everyone to do it, but to make a career out of it? Good fucking luck! So, in other words, do as I have done: create without a budget and find a way to get it out. You’ve just got to be stubborn. I don’t care what your age is, you’ve got to be a fucking bull. Embrace the bull. Take the bull by the horns, cut its balls off, sew them on to the fucking base of your spine and get going. It’s that easy.
Simon Friel talks to Lydia Lunch.
A Literary Salon of Beauty and Grace
3:AM and Pen Pusher magazines present: Sebastian Horsley Sophie Parkin Tim Wells Heather Phillipson Tuesday 7 October 2008, 7pm-8.30pm The Green Carnation, 5 Greek Street, Soho.