stone the crows

MTV 2 are showing footage from the O2 Wireless in Hyde Park. The half hour's worth of coverage is due to be aired tonight at 21.30.

Freidrich Kutsky, known as 'Mac',
a lawyer's son who worked
with Russian military intelligence
and sent them warning England
wouldn't fight over Czechoslovakia,
was pushed off a grain freighter
in Lake Superiou by an NKVD man
disguised as an elevator mechanic;
Manfred Löwenherz, 'Tom' to their circle
of University Marxist, helped
the destruction of the POUM
in Barcelona (Orwell had heard of
but never met him) and was himself
arrested in Moscow three weeks
after Catalonia surrendered: he is
presumed to have died in prison;
Frank Marshall, called 'The Englander'
because of his unlikely name, went
straight to Comintern Headquarters
and survived the show trials of '36
and '37, only to disappear from his flat
on the evening of the Molotov/Ribbentrop
Pact: his name is mentioned often
in the few authentic papers which
survived from Yezhov's office;
The Szymanowsky brothers, Andrew
and Jerzy, led a Soviet expedition
to Zemyla and authenticated
the reports of nickel deposits—
both were murdered when their boat
was strafed by an unknown plane
on an expedition in the Bering Strait:
the MVD uses more than ice-picks
was said in Moscow in 1940;
lastly Willy Marx, alias Oscar Odin,
'Old Granddad' to the group, jumped
in front of a Viennese tram the day
before the Anschluss, with plans for for
Hitler's assassination in his shoes—
no one knows which Party organization
ordered his death. Six middle-class
boys from a racially-mixed Galician
town, three of them Jews, and only
one with a widow at a New England
College. This story will not be told.

Found in Letters to a Young Contrarian, Christopher Hitchens, 2001. If you know more, I'd like the cite.

Title: Things We Said Today Part Seven of ?
Pairing: Pete & Carl.
Teaser: Look at him. Doing exactly what he was made to fucking do.

i couldn't help posting this, even so close to the last one. i really hope you all like this part!

Part One, Part Two, Part Three,
Part Four, Part Five, Part Six.

 

hi all

just a little bit of gossip, tonight Kieran Leonard and Coco Sumner played at the Boogaloo in support of Teenage cancer Trust foundation, and Gary was there, along with our dearest double-act Young & Stupid.

'tis all. nightynight.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/anjali_knebworth/ <<<< my pictures

Carl watching Kieran with Chris


THE GARY


xAL

I thought that I had wavy hair
Until I shaved. Instead,
I find that I have straight hair
And a very wavy head.



from A Light in the Attic

Title: 'Life's A Drag' - Part 16 of 27(?)
Pairing: Peter/Carl. Plus an Indie cast of thousands. Ok. I meant half a dozen.
Rating: Pretty tame, for me. As long as you don't mind swearing, naturally...
Genre: Comedy-drama
Beta:   dreams579  and  rutherinahobbit
This ep's special guests: None. It's a two-hander.
Overall Disclaimer: The narrator's opinions aren't always my own and it goes without saying this is fiction. 
Previous ep.s here : 1 II 2 II 3 II 4 II 5 II 6 II 7 II 8 II 9 II 10 II 11 II 12 II 13 II 14 II 15 II

If you're following this one, there's an A/N under the cut you should read...

For A. Happy hols, love! xxx



 

To Sixty
Elizabeth Volpe

At this junction between old
and really old, a mere step between the salsa
and the waltz, the three-inch heel
and the pump, you’re a shadow I can’t shake,
even in the shade. I feel you
in my fingers and my knees, hear you
in the wheezings of the wind,
the joint-crackings of ancient branches, see you
in the way morning unclenches,
making me feel bruised.

These days I wear risk like a flak jacket.

I see you in the crow perched on the neighborhood
jungle gym. At first I thought it was a child,
black-jacketed, sleeves flapping. Who are we
without our illusions?

I never thought I’d admit to
laughing with my legs closed, preferring footbaths
to rollerblading. So what if my skin hangs
like old wallpaper, if my children have never heard
of canasta or pedal pushers, if my prescriptions
are delivered in bulk from UPS.
Elasticity? I used to have it,
now I wear it.

Sixty, I’ve got to hand it to you. You do know how
to milk the publicity teat. Time’s cover story
this week tells us to make peace with aging.
You’ve got to be kidding. Peace?
I picture a long table with you on one side
and me on the other, God standing at the head
looking like Henry Kissinger. No one understands
a thing he says so it’s weeks before we agree
on anything. When the negotiations finally begin,
I propose coffee, but you hold out for green tea.
I suggest bagels, you counter with prunes. Okay,
you win. Don’t worry, this is not going to be
a stormy settlement. I know when I’m outnumbered.
Forget munition dumps, demilitarized zones. Just let me
get my knitting basket, and I’ll come quietly.

From StorySouth.

( The Weekenders lyrics )

The St. Louis Post Dispatch has a short review of RASN - does this mean it's actually being released in the U.S.?

Dirty Pretty Things “Romance at Short Notice” (Mercury)

On Romance at Short Notice, Carl Barat and the rest of Dirty Pretty Things seem all too happy to move on from the Libertines-ish guitar pop of their debut Waterloo to anywhere. While they succeed at sounding very different than they did before, spanning punk-funk to whispery acoustic ballads, they also end up sounding like several different bands over the course of the album. Track for track, the band does some interesting things on Romance at Short Notice, but it doesn’t really hold together as a cohesive set of songs.

http://www.stltoday.com/blogzone/rock-candy/rock-candy/2008/07/out-this-week-hold-steady-nas/

An ordinary morning―
awakening to nothing but daylight
prodding through the eggshell-tinted blinds
and the warm quilts to be tossed back
in which sleepers all over the city
groan, burying themselves deeper
into the sheets of oblivion.

Downstairs, the sidewalk café beckons
with the daily choices to be made: trays
of napoleons, parfait glasses filled
with strawberry cream, and the two-sided list
of coffees that patrons pour over
in their passion: the golden warmth of hazelnut,
the richness of Colombian,
the full-bodied Java―
even that everyday flirtation with espresso
and its bittersweet aftertaste,
an attraction so innocuous it seems,
that I wonder what quirks of fate
endear us to our choices in the end―
however invariable the consequences.

This poem was emailed to me. If you know where it was published first, I'd love to have the cite.

I sorta hate this story, but I'm also a bit sick of having stories rotting on my hard drive so hey! here goes. I suppose it's about how you can treat other people badly when you're in love, but it went a bit wrong!

Peter/Carl
Rating: S (Oh god. Terrifying. Also I should warn you that there is some boy/girl in this for which I am forever sorry.)
Past-fic

( Her name was... actually he forgets her name now )

Title: Things We Said Today Part Six of ?
Pairing: Pete & Carl
Teaser: “I miss you every moment I’m not with you” Pete sighed not moving.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three,
Part Four, Part Five.

If you keep clicking on these, they eventually get really, REALLY big. Sorry - I'm very tired and couldn't be bothered to resize. Also, I must give credit for the first one to their security guard, who took it at my request.



( More here )

hello dudes! am sort of delurking for a first ever libs fic - woot woot excitement! have been spending most of the past few weeks diving about the archives enjoying all the lovely writing on here - lordy you're all sort of terrifyingly immense.

Title: Hope There's Someone (1/?3)
Pairing: Pete/Carl
Genre: angst, fluff, present day fic
Rating: currently E
Teaser: Pete looks down at him quickly, then peers straight ahead into the gloom. "Fancied an adventure with my Biggles, didn't I? Biggles Looks Back, and all that."
Notes: title shamelessly stolen from antony and the johnsons - fic inspired by some sort of horrible mash up of that song and hollyoaks (mmm probably not really selling it, am I?). also includes a line of poetry stolen from John Donne. unbeta'ed, but if anyone wants to, i'd love them forever and ever! and finally, and also quite cheekily, my journal is pretty new so if anyone fancies friending me I'd also love them forever and ever!

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title: forever love part 9/10
pairing: p/c
genre: angst/fluff, pastfic, reunionfic, speculative, au elements
beta: the amazing esclarmonde2907, who continues to hold me hostage. tough love, innit...
previous parts:

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

( forever love part nine )

Flirting With Disaster
Denise Duhamel and Amy Lemmon

My perm smelled like rotten eggs every time it rained.
Forty straight days, the Weather Channel said. Boys
hauled buckets of frogs that poured from clouds, white noise
poured from AM radios, dogs had to be restrained.

My husband's divorce lawyer wrote, "The winner takes it all."
"The loser standing small," I snorted, quoting ABBA.
At the mall, I backed my used Toyota into a new Saab. A
trim, coiffed dame stepped out in Jimmy Choos, appalled

by my bumper sticker: Honk If Anything Falls Off.
She whipped out her BlackBerry and business card, turned
into the Wicked Witch of Neiman Marcus. Shoppers learned
cosmetic discipline at her Lancome counter. I tried to doff

my Auntie Anne's paper cap in deference. Elizabeth Bishop
wrote that poem about losing, an art, a disaster.
Cameron Diaz read it aloud in In Her Shoes. (The movie cast her
as smarter than the book, and sluttier.) My latest pickup

ate my last Pop Tart the morning after and never even
asked for my number. My perm began to droop
like my bloated, dirty blond Cheerios. Even my Hula Hoop
sagged, dented (I'd run over it with the Corolla). Seven-

Eleven clerks rolled their eyes as I rummaged for the right change
to pay for the burrito that had exploded in their microwave.
The peonies in my flower box turned brown, misbehaved
when I'd doused them with leftover Sanka. Deranged

neighbors rummaged through my recycle bin, looking for
gold among the Yoohoo bottles and Fruit Loops boxes.
My fortune cookie messages were full of paradoxes:
"You appreciate a place only once you've left it." "Ignore

any warnings you receive today except for this one."
"Buy Chung San noodle now." Home amid the empty
calories, I watched Barbara Walters on 20/20
interview skinny Nicole Kidman. Tomorrow's forecast? Sun.

From Superstition Review.

on BBC 6Music

http://www.bbc.co.uk/6music/shows/lauren_laverne/

Listen here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/console/b00cjsfr (about 1hr 3mins in)

He talks about all sorts of things, his health, the rumored Mark Ronson collaboration, The Chavs, etc.

Worth a listen!

I got home logged into my email and what did I see....

You've won a double pass to catch our special The Vines gig!"

Slight problem... its on Wednesday and in Sydney... but I REALLY REALLY want to go!

Ocean Maps
Kathryn Jacobs

Bad news, as usual: the big black holes
our axis made in shish kabob-ing through
are growing big time, and they're dangerous:
apologize, Columbus. Studies show
they look like doughnut holes. And if the earth
is round like doughnuts, should we reassess
our view of Chris's sailors? Here's a hole
that plankton won't set tail in, big enough
to suck Australia down and still have room
for Captain's ego, after. You'd balk, too.

Now, as to why they're growing: scientists
(as usual) blame warming. Don't ask them,
ask me. Because to me it's obvious
that these look just like whales with appetites.
See how that hole elongates, flipper end
making tsunamis over Papua?
He's got his head by South America—
and folks, he's hungry: if you have to swim,
remember Moby on the inside ring.
Last but not least, to all those cruise ship fans:
beware, and stick to shore trips. I admit
that he'll devour us all eventually,
but if you let him rush it — don't blame me.

From Toasted Cheese Literary Journal.

help.

has someone got links or can someone upload the 'baby rhino' interview with didz and anthony? i cant remember which festival it is and cant find it on youtube. also the one where they're ruining the we are scientists interview by trying to tape keiths mouth shut? anyone?