BRUTAList works:
‘Digging The Vein’ by Tony O’Neill (Contemporary Press/Wrecking Ball Press, 2006),
‘Seizure Wet Dreams’ by Tony O'Neill (Social Disease 2007),
‘Edgier Waters: Year Of 3AM’ (Snow Books anthology, 2006),
‘Songs From The Shooting Gallery’ by Tony O’Neill (Burning Shore Press, 2007)
'Down and Out on Murder Mile' by Tony O'Neill (Harper Perennial US 2008)
'Hero of The Underground' autobiography of Jason Peter co written by Tony O'Neill (St Martin's Press 2008).
‘The Book Of Fuck’ by Ben Myers (Wrecking Ball Press/Baldini Castoldi 2005)
'SPAM Poetry' by Ben Myers (Blackheath Books 2008)
'The Missing Kidney' by Ben Myers (Social Disease Press 2008)
'Straight from the Fridge' weblog edited by Adelle Stripe
'Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid' by Adelle Stripe (Blackheath Books 2008)
'3:AM London, Paris, New York' anthology Social Disease Press
Music
Ornette Coleman, Sun Ra, Chrome Hoof, Henryck Gorecki, Diamanda Galas, Harmonium, Young Marble Giants, Joe Gibbs Dub Productions, Andrew Braille, Os Mutantes, Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band, Baby Huey and The Babysitters, Joe Meek, New York Dolls, James Chance, Eddie Cochrane, Chocolate Watch Band, Fela Kuti & The Africa 70 featuring Sandra, Ketty Lester, Lil' Son Jackson, The Make-Up, The Residents, John Cale, Ozark Mountain Daredevils, The Ragga Twins, Roxy Music, The Seeds, Charlie Parker, The Fall
About me: The Brutalists poetry movement was formed by writers TONY O'NEILL, ADELLE STRIPE and BEN MYERS during the long record-breaking heatwave summer of 2006. We are all active members of the literary underground, publishing our work via a plethora of books, anthologies, fanzines, websites, readings and weblogs - The Brutalists are possibly the first literary movement launched via Myspace.
Brutalism calls for writing that touches upon levels of raw honesty that is a lacking form most mainstream fiction. We cannot simply sit around waiting to be discovered — we would rather do it ourselves. Total control, total creativity. The Brutalists see ourselves as a band who have put down their instruments and picked up their pens and scalpels instead.
The only maxim we adhere to is an old punk belief, which we have bastardised for our own means: 'Here’s a laptop. Here’s a spell-check. Now write a book.'
Brutalist writing is open to anyone who shares similar ideas about the role of literature.
The debut Brutalist work is Brutalism 1:Nowhere Fast, published in February 2008 on Captains of Industry Press. It features six poems from each writer, each tackling their respective Northern town where they grew up (Blackburn, Durham and Tadcaster respectively). The collection is illustrated by LISA CRADDUCK and is limited to 300 copies. This is a highly collectable chapbook and will not be re-issued.
Curious? Check out some reviews on our myspace blog..
Want to buy a copy of BRUTALISM ONE - NOWHERE FAST??
Go direct to Melissa Mann's Beat the Dust Bookshop http://www.beatthedust.com/book-shop.asp
FESTIVAL FASHION BAZAAR BRICK LANE THIS SUNDAY! (next to the truman brewery by the bus n the pink car n that!)
Festival Fashion Bazaar is a one off special pop-up market of independent designer festival-geared fashion and accessories situated next to the Truman Brewery, in Ely's Yard, Brick Lane.
Come and enjoy the bohemian atmosphere as this is not your everyday market! Expect roaming mannequins, bazaar performers from Prangsta Entertainments, Whoopie Club and other festival acts along with Ely's Yard's usual fine selection of world foods.
Expect to see Playsuit Parlour’s cutesy playsuits and shorts, OOPS! Fashion's African/vintage mash up pieces, MissChief Glitz head-dresses,
Havelli’s delicately block-printed tent bedding, Temple of Sensuality’s seductive lingerie, Shock and Souls sparkly spectacular french vintage,
Lily Vanilli’s exquisite cupcakes, Antic Establishment’s roaming minstrels,
Woppie Club’s show girls and much more!!!
Signez la pétition de soutien
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Thanks for being a friend of the Jesse Bernstein tribute page!
Comments on Jesse and his works are welcomed.
"The test of the integrity of a poem, or any work of art, may be, simply: does it lead, in the end, to freedom, or does it merely expand the arena of confinement? A voice from the outside, truly, is what we need to hear. Even a single word. Even something that is not a word, but suggests such a word."
all of you fuckers!*You listen !*I
am from the outside* since ever eating meat*
I fuck since my five years old,
born as a dragon with a hole in the rear.
*
Don’t say love to me* don’t say you care
- you don’t give a shit, and so do I ! As soon as Ill meet you, Ill fuck
you – all this tendreness is too heavy, it drips out of your balls – come
here*I meet you at the border* where I am hitting and hit by silence* by the
flat eyes of my hooker and junkie twins* what part of myself will cross
at first ?*after the projection we start to fuck*I suck a body ten times
heavier than mine*what is the weight of rape ?of justice ?of
hate ?crack my ass smoke my puke love my skeleton*I am not the one you
fuck*I am the one who wanks alone under bloody trees*savage and raffinate bite
of a skull with milky teeth*I may be the cock pissing over the world*pissing
and pissing
on harmony
and God*
I am hungry, always want to fuck and spit
out the gift of your cock*
lightening eyes of a whip* I don’t want
to die as a slave!*
Chicks dig scars, everyone knows that, right? Meet Severence DeSnappio, a man who creates ‘fake’ injuries for desperate clients. He’ll get you a stab wound, shot gun blast, snowboarding injury - but a bite from a great white shark?
Set in Miami, Chicks Dig scars is a lyrical, Lynchian mix of dream logic and hard boiled detection.
fer trou exsangue, sans que cesse, sans que vérité autrement que pourrie - toutes les phrases se valent aux coques plastique cognées avec les bouteilles de P.E.T, et la laque bouffe d'os et de foutre à cul, toutes les phrases, et le poème qui se prétendrait tel, la pitoyable expression d'un point de vue - on en est là, puissance infinie de ça, contre le froid de viande, se jette, et puis quoi
l'été oublieux - si seulement l'été pouvait si seulement le souvenir n'était pas l'ordure - toutes les phrases se valent - déchet pronom cannibale viol d'homme
et la sortie nulle part
on peut même écrire amour
fous-moi la paix avec tes visages, parle-moi de bites et d'entrailles!
Raise your glass, y'all: it's the birthday of Jack Kerouac!
His 30 essentials of spontaneous prose:
1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
2. Submissive to everything, open, listening
3. Try never get drunk outside yr own house
4. Be in love with yr life
5. Something that you feel will find its own form
6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
7. Blow as deep as you want to blow
8. Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
9. The unspeakable visions of the individual
10. No time for poetry but exactly what is
11. Visionary tics shivering in the chest
12. In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
13. Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
14. Like Proust be an old teahead of time
15. Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
16. The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
17. Write in recollection and amazement for yourself
18. Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
19. Accept loss forever
20. Believe in the holy contour of life
21. Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
22. Don't think of words when you stop but to see picture better
23. Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning
24. No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge
25. Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it
26. Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
27. In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
28. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
29. You're a Genius all the time
30. Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven
The voices never stop around the castle; sometimes they are tender, at summertime, just after a heavy rain, but usually they are cutting like knives. I do not understand why I both fear them and desire them so much. Perhaps it is because pain makes me feel more real?
A naked messenger is running through the forest, wearing a leather helmet. He finds me lying on the floor, with broken fingers, in front of the heavy door. He looks down at me, opens a huge empty mouth and starts to talk, with tears in his eyes. His message is always the same, “stay on the ground, where you belong to”, and then he attacks me. Once, I tried to rise, while he was assaulting me, protecting my face, and my genitals, which he was trampling with anger. But I missed, and I felt on my knees again, looking at his flaming eyes. At that moment, I understood the sick lie of hope, and I accepted my fate : my childhood will destroy me forever.
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