Bombs, Buggery & Buddhism
Billy Childish is in the house. More here.
For You
We have two tickets to give away to a lucky 3:AM reader for tomorrow’s talk between Ian McEwan and composer Michael Berkeley at the Purcell Room (7.45pm) on London’s glorious South Bank. You save 20 quid! Just send us an email here. Be quick! Author Ian McEwan and composer Michael Berkeley discuss their artistic collaboration […]
Nice Day For a White Wedding…
Congratulations to Gerard Evans aka George Berger who is getting married to the lovely Joanna in Brighton as I write this. We wish them all the happiness in the world. Gerard founded Flowers in the Dustbin in the early 80s. He then became a music journalist, writing for Sounds and Melody Maker. Besides being an […]
ampere’s and
Today’s quick lit [& alt.cult] links from around the web: John Foxx is curating the Short Circuit Festival, will include a project he’s working on with Iain Sinclair [via] & To plug Iain Sinclair‘s Hackney, that Rose-Red Empire, his publishers set up a one day pop-up-shop, flogging the paperback & some very desirable prints & […]
Herd
The alarm is a key. Unlocking him every morning he rises to ablutions habitually. I see things around a pillow, table, chair, toilet, grey panes and this is everyday. He doesn’t see that’s living. He washes and eats, dogs a long walk to the factory. There he works alone amongst the numerous silences of machines. Blending into seamless sentences, he finishes and goes home to become a single syllable. An anonymous sound no more than refrigerator humming. He blends into the bland social fabric of anonymity, a no one doing nothing, infinitely. Waiting patiently, I greet him at the cusp of head and bed and begin the unpredictable ritual of being.
By David E. Oprava.