I pride myself on not having any, may be perhaps the unsung prolateriate. O.K. that could sound a little arrogant and divisive.I'm influenced by many things most often alcholol and toot sweets,I'm an imbiber of a flurry of fun-stuffs and welcome without fear or conciet there out-come. My life was changed irrevocably by Rock Follies,Doctor Who,The Tomorrow People and Emma Peel. Something about costumes,camp and changing the world has always appealed.I love the rough and earthy voices of folk singers who litter pubs with songs I don't know to an audience that always appreciates them.Punk was very good with it's desire to inform and destroy.A big fan of the synthesyser and that eighties vibe bringing it to fruition,changing the world and making it just that little bit camper. I adore the fun fuelled tenacity of the many queers and that includes straights who have made decadence not only political and great to dance to but a whole lotta-palooza.The fighters of freedoms to numerous to mention but sadly not numerous enough,one-day we will arrive Comrades with a bang so loud it will make the hydrogen inrush of event one seem a gentle whisper. Revolution and it's rocky outcomes{you call how we live now stable?} Performers and thier routines making the world more hula-hoop than round.Last but by no-means least the poets and thier terrirfying but ultimately humanist desire to tell us what we're like.Oh and you Comrades.X
The inside of a beautiful queers mind. Sometimes the raging of quiet indefatiguable erosion sometimes the pneumatic intensity of a crystal methed-up cuckoo. I sound like I mean to sound,uplifting as apocalyptic, generous as degenerate,a holistic combination I fancy. Who doesn't fancy an holistic combination?Sounds like a fine cocktail to me.
oxford sunday times literary festival april 2008: ’On the Festival front, I attended several live literature events around the town, including an important ClimateX collaboration with poetry performers from Hammer & Tongue. The night before that, I witnessed the best live act I’ve ever seen: the magnificent Chloe Poems, whose powerful delivery and emotional range I cannot praise highly enough.’ Jane Holland
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Born broke got fixed.Lived some survived it.Still alive, still surviving it.Been hot, been sexy burned in hell, Satans toast.Wrote books ,write books done shows ,do shows.Love freedom fight for it.Looking for love not anguish.Cool free not cosy dangerous.Somewhere theres a place for us.Oh you big gorgeouse thing.Keep going, still perfoming ,still writing ,still broke, still fixed.Make words dance.
"The Fuck This Blasphemy Shit E.P" A response to all who invade our minds and hearts.
A resonse to policeing language.
A response to banality.
A banana totally.
A totalaterian ban.
A ban on bans.
A banner stand.
A damn good hand.
"The Fuck This Blasphemy Shit E.P"
Grand!
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"Prepare
yourself to be modestly outraged - McCabe is kicking against the
pricks, and declaring homosexual cliche's bankrupt" - Artrocker
"If you like punk, you'll love this. If you're queer and like punk,
you'll spunk your pants. Ste McCabe is authentic and brilliant." - Boy
George
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
Photographs of David Porter’s exhibition ‘Furore’ at the Jago Gallery Redchurch Street, pics of the private view and of the artworks! Follow this link>
Photographs of David Porter’s exhibition ‘Furore’ at the Jago Gallery Redchurch Street, pics of the private view and of the artworks! Follow this link>
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