you say lennon & mccartney, i say LENNON & REED…..
seeing something old, anew……..
somebody loan me a dime. or, better yet, how ‘bout a hi-fi?
about to blow up the house i was raised in, literally. but not before bailing these vinyl beauties out. and making sure me mum’s not still in the shower…..
'tis beyond my mortal ken how anybody or anything from the ’90s can be reckoned as PUNK (for my filthy lucre, that short-lived idiom died that san francisco nite in january '78 when the lead singer of the sex pistols walked on stage as johnny rotten and exited stage right later that same evening as john lydon) but you cannot deny kathleen hanna the sincerity of her vitriolic bile both as a rock poetess & as an outraged victim of deer tick bites. punk? dunno. lyme disease survivor? for sure….and I ought to know. ‘cuz I’m both: a leftover punk from the ’70s and a chronic lyme sufferer since ‘88.
"when i dine it’s for the wall that i set a place."
(r. hell / blank generation)
text by b. morris / drawings by c. morris
"all i want is blackness. blackness and silence."
He did not rave, he did not stare aghast,
For all those visions were o’ergone, and passed;
And he in loneliness: he felt assured
Of happy times, when all he had endured,
Would seem a feather to the mighty prize.
(JOHN KEATS / ENDYMION: BOOK II)
there’s a new TOY in my attic…….
i know you are but what am i?