From Despair To Where
It’s tempting to recall the words of Richey’s hero, that other lost boy-wonder Arthur Rimbaud, from A Season In Hell, “My daytime is finished; I am leaving Europe. The sea air will scorch my lungs; lost climates will turn my skin to leather. To swim, to tread the plains, to hunt, above all to smoke; to drink strong drinks, as strong as molten ore, — as did those dear ancestors around their fires. I shall return with limbs of iron, with dark skin, and wild eyes…” And imagine that he followed suit, gave up on the West and headed off to obscurity and adventure in some distant corner of the world, wishful thinking though it sounds. The world is rarely that benevolent. Instead then consider the quote from Hamlet that both opens and defines the book, a book which is a testament to it’s subject and it’s writer, “He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.”
Darran Anderson reviews Ben Myers‘ Richard.
For Two Nights Only
19 October, 7.30pm Upstairs at The Wheatsheaf 25 Rathbone Place, London W1 Admission £3.00 Paul Willetts gives a talk on the life and extraordinary times of Soho’s King of Porn Paul Raymond, from his new book Members Only. 28 October, 7.00pm Peter Parker’s Rock n’ Roll Club 4 Denmark Street WC2 Admission £3.00 Andrew Ings […]
Support The Cuts and The Cunts
ART HATE maxim for the regeneration generation.
Beware The Undertoad
Debbie became Mike Leigh’s house-keeper, and told him about this bizarre twist of fate, the angry young Manc in the flat below. Then out came the film Naked, with its angry, psychotic central character, and Deb and I joked it was partly about me, though David Thewlis might have something to say about that. With Craig I still had the travel bug; we decided to go round the world, beginning in Delhi. The night before we left we went for a drink and bumped into Jacqui and Debbie at the Angel. Jacqui and I went back to her new flat. I woke early, in her arms, and wasn’t sure what to do: fly away or stay here, make a life with her? Jacqui walked me to the entrance of the flats on York Way; we hugged goodbye in the grey dawn light and I went home to find Craig waiting, bag packed.
By Mark Piggott.
Serota Needs a Good Spanking!
Here is the Stuckists’ anti-Turner Prize press release: The Stuckist art group are demonstrating at Tate Britain today, Monday 4 October, giving out leaflets and badges with the slogan “Turner Prize Hell”, as well as an image of a long-legged model in a leather miniskirt, holding a placard with the words, “Serota needs a good […]