Saturday, 27 April 2013

Thursday, 25 April 2013

★ Where's Daddy's Pig? ★

In which me and Belle get to join Mark McGowan, the artist Taxi Driver, after he pushed his pig 4.1 miles from Kings College Hospital in Camberwell to the heart of the Liberal-Fascist Complex in Downing Street, in protest at the theft of the NHS by the ruling class. Vive l'artiste Taxi Driver!












Tuesday, 23 April 2013

158 years ago

158 years ago Karl Marx said "The English Revolution began yesterday in Hyde Park".

Monday, 22 April 2013

The Iconoclast's Guide To Music

The Iconoclast's Guide to Music by Steve Jelbert is currently keeping us young-looking and fully moisturised over here at Belle's Literary Salon (for cool people). In hardback and with lots of lovely Molesworth-style illustrations it's only a tenner from your local independent bookshop or, if you prefer, a niner from they shitbags at Amazon. An absolute treasure and a total joy to read which should appeal both to weak-minded self-proclaimed lovers of musique as much as to hardcore haters like me. Also the cover illustration matches my new shirt a bit.

Saturday, 20 April 2013

Mr C around town, part XXVII

Ah Paris! City of Baudelaire, Delacroix, Lautréamont, Debord et Monsieur C. Voici Malika. She's the best of the best, escorting a quite elderly Mr C to both the Tour Eiffel and the Louvre to see some of they vintage paintings n sculptures n that, and now with added accents of trompe l'oeil. La voie triomphale indeed! Photos courtesy Malika Mezeli Archive, April 2013


Friday, 19 April 2013

Mr C around town, part XXVI

Les Parapluies de Hackney, chez Kev et Toshiko... Girls with guns. And wheelchairs. And a brand spanking new copy of Mr C (there aren't many left at all). Merci fellers! Photos courtesy Kev Wright Archive, April 2013


Thursday, 18 April 2013

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

Another grand larceny

Francis Maude, Dunky Shittington Smythe, Dave Cameron, Tony the Pony Blair and all these parliamentary creeps cannot really expect to have it both ways. If they are genuinely bewitched, bothered and bewildered by the volume of public hatred of Thatcher then it is surely genuinely inappropriate to spend millions of pounds of public money on the tax-dodging, arms-dealing, apartheid-conniving, coup-organising, community-destroying, pinochet-loving, paedophile-enabling greedy vile auld pig. In the basic 2+2=4 sort of arena it just doesn't make sense.

Upper pic, model: Lord Biro from the Elvis Loves Pets Party. Source: Sister Helen Sheebeegb. Lower pic, source: CNN or somesuch 

Tuesday, 16 April 2013

In praise of Eugène Delacroix (1798—1863)

«Delacroix was passionately in love with passion, and coldly determined to seek the means of expressing it in the most visible way. In this duality of nature — let us observe in passing — we find the two signs which mark the most substantial geniuses — extreme geniuses who are scarce made to please those timorous, easily-satisfied souls who find sufficient nourishment in flabby, soft and imperfect works. An immense passion, reinforced with a formidable will — such was the man... Eugène Delacroix was a curious mixture of scepticism, politeness, dandyism, burning determination, craftiness, despotism, and finally a sort of personal kindness and tempered warmth which always accompanies genius... Eugène Delacroix never lost the traces of his revolutionary origin»
Charles Baudelaire

Monday, 15 April 2013

Missa Luba, Kyrie and Sanctus

The two greatest sections (about three and a half minutes altogether) from the Missa Luba, recorded in 1965 and featured prominently in the 1968 film If... (dir. Lindsay Anderson), in which Les Troubadours du Roi Baudouin perform an arrangement by Father Guido Haazen. For some bizarre reason this recording has never been re-released on CD or any other digital format. It is one of the very few vinyl records that I still possess but it is basically unplayable due to an incident in which a drunk Norwegian friend unleashed a sort of Bermuda Triangle-type typhoon in around 1995/96.



Sunday, 14 April 2013

Saturday, 13 April 2013

I predict a riot

I don't know him personally but I think Ian Bone might be an idiot. It wasn't that long ago that Bone was celebrating NATO bombs falling on Libya but now this idea that Thatcher, the hound from Hades, after 23 years of living with all the ruling class comforts and privileges that you could possibly imagine, that she should die peacefully at the ripe auld age of 87 in the Ritz and be followed by an in-all-but-name multi-million pound State Funeral that almost everybody thinks is a bad idea and yet to which nobody is able to put a stop, that this is in some way a victory or any kind of equivalence or levelling for anybody else who ever lived or died between 1979 and 2013, well it's sort of utterly ridiculous.

Friday, 12 April 2013

Wednesday, 10 April 2013

The Artist Taxi Driver

Everything he says is true. There is not a single piece of hyperbole. The world is upside down, back to front and inside out. The naked lunch is frozen to the end of every fork, utterly exposed for all to see but absolutely nothing changes.

Tuesday, 9 April 2013

Gotta love the internet

Tony Blair killed more than a million people in Iraq even though everybody else told him not to do it, but he'd quite like it if everybody else would just stop being unkind about Margaret Thatcher. So it was very nice really to read this piece in the Guardian. I found it most helpful. Not least it was as if a grown-up had given us permission not to have to listen to any more pious moralising from sanctimonious shits like Blair, Obama, Cameron, Milliband, Duncan Smith or any of those creeps.

Oh and here's an oddly thoughtful and excellent piece by Russell Brand.







Monday, 8 April 2013

Shapeshifters of the world

Margaret Hilda Thatcher
13.10.25—07.04.13

Wood engraving by the late great Thomas Bewick, A History of British Birds: Volume 1 — Land Birds (1797). [Courtesy of Christian at Bracketpress].

Monday, 1 April 2013

Iain Duncan Smith — what a guy!

Iain Duncan Smith [and here] has done it again. Apparently this self-made man – a helluva guy who married into a family of millionaires and lives rent-free on his father-in-law's estate – could live quite happily on Jobseeker's Allowance of £53 a week. There's now a petition to get him to prove it, please add your name if you feel like it.

And woo, an excellent yet unrelated bonus clip of the Amish Sex Pistols: