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Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
watching calisthenics from the grandstands.
To reach out into its own vanishing
I. Arctic Scenery
Gray the cloud-like oaks
And piled up at the base of the columns
No name, no meaning. Oh my friends,
The edge of that other square cut from the right
By bloody pool—rattling, gasping his last.
That patch of white at the very end of the road
By trees—or might see as the masonry
To pick up even the quickening of wind
grow hot in the parking lot, though they're
Away from their profundity of surface.
Snow haze gleams like sand.
Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,
At these masses the snow hides from me.
To mark that square, perhaps: were Mère and Père
I do not betray you, I still go forward,
Along the walls are only empty niches,
Posted by Harry at 12:11:00 pm
Friday, August 17, 2007
I've been busy making a CD called Spam. Take a gander at the kick ass cover below.
Basically, Spam features me reading out several crappy emails I get about viagra and whatnot.
I had a test listen in my grandad's car before, and the way my voice is travels in a Vauxhall is brilliant, but four tracks with an overal total of two minutes doesn't make great (or long) hearing.
Anyway, watch this space.
Posted by Harry at 4:57:00 pm
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
I have mentioned both Weebl and Rob Manuel in my bloggings before, so you may know what I'm banging on about here.
Weebl made a classic animation in 2003 named Badgers, and it grew an internet fan base. Earlier this year, charity Peta (Pearly Earwigging Titty Anuses, I think) copied Badger's in a campaign against chicken nuggets, without his permission.
Posted by Harry at 3:50:00 pm