Maps by Ed Fairburn
Martin Dupont - Take a look (1984)
Didn’t know till today that Theophilus London has done a bad cover of this recently.
back from the tropics and the city’s industrial grey is also painted on the sky, the roads shifting past in mechanical motion. on the sides of the highway, trees are shrouded in last summer’s vines, now brown cords that lie thick on branches like mosquito nets recently seen elsewhere. steep banks rise up to homes of sameness, and near the edge of the pavement, the earth is bearded with snow. between the trees, starlings are black punctuations interrupting the paragraphs of sky
Massive Attack - Live with me
bleak and bottlefull. Directed by Jonathan Glazer, who also helmed the shoot for ‘Karmacoma’ (1995)
Red-faced and romping in the wind
I too am reading the technical journals, but
Keeping Christmas-safe each city block
With tail-pin. My angels are losing patience,
Never win. Except at night. Then
I would like a silken thread
Tied round the solid blooming winter.
Trees stand stark-naked guarding bridal paths;
The cooling wind keeps blowing, and
There is a faint chance in geometric boxes!
It doesn’t matter, though, to show he is
Your champion. Days are nursed on science fiction
And you tremble at the boots upon the earth
As my strength and I walk out and look for you.
Who can understand the sea? In the afternoon, the city sleeps under a raging sun sharp as strobe-light, illuminating the low buildings on the Ocean Road in its glare like a prolonged nuclear flash. Traffics creeps along the roads, and coconut sellers shelter under the baobabs. The tide has receded alarmingly, leaving behind a kilometer of abandoned sands from the coastal wall, littered with glittering plastic bottles and bone-white shells. Pools of grey-gleam seawater lie in depressions, waded through by men on unknown errands, some performing capoeira moves as they go. Further out in the shallows - limited waves and limited catch, as women work handnets in futile hope. Later, the sea has rushed back, regained territory. It washes against the hotel walls with fury, hammering, hammering in incessant effort to drive the city into its shell, contain its roving hands. In places, it has won. The garbage is gone, the sails scattered. Out in the Zanzibar channel, huge container ships stand still, hulks sinking into the horizon’s metallic gleam. Afternoon showers dust the baking concrete. The palm trees shiver their fronds, waking from fevered dreams
The Dar es Salaam tweets
Staying in hotels, one is glutted with news. CNN & BBC. Stories & images of events clog arteries, cloud vision. Death. Suits. Death in suits
Eyes closed. Hotel a/c on, hushing, shaking gauze curtains. Dream of the coffee I’ve drunk. TV hangs black, waiting. Somewhere things happen
In Addis hyenas have moved into the city. I want to see urban lions. Hippos in fountains. Grizzled baboons frolicking in hollowed buildings
I want to see the savannah tearing into the city’s edges, eating slums. I want baobabs growing inside the ribs of ugly ‘modern’ hotels.
2nd highest favorite Portishead song, ever.
— Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary, October 26, 1977 - September 15, 1979
Kas Product - Never Come Back (1982)
I’m single now! Must love dogs.
— from Michel Houellebecq’s Whatever (1998)
Playlist January 2014: Night Terrors
Paco Pomet - Noah’s nightmare (2013)
Pinch & Shackleton - Pinch & Shackleton
Shackleton - The Drawbar Organ EPs
Shackleton - Music for the Quiet Hour
Shackleton - Freezing Opening Thawing
Tim ‘Love’ Lee - Just Call Me ‘Lone’ Lee
Lowtec - Secret Corner
Red House Painters - Down Colorful Hill
Susumu Yokota - Grinning Cat
Esperanza Spalding - Esperanza
E. Straume Jazz Combo - Fiesta
Kurt Elling - The Messenger
Kurt Elling - Close Your Eyes
Darkside - Psychic
Anton Zap - Water
Patrick Cowley - School Daze
Sunn 0))) - Monoliths & Dimensions
Sunn 0))) & Boris - Altar
John Greaves, Peter Blegvad & Lisa Herman - Kew. Rhone.
A Clockwork Orange
Milk is good for you.