Saturday, 31 May 2008
Friday, 30 May 2008
Thursday, 29 May 2008
On the 26th of May 2006, the military junta ruling Myanmar officially named Naypyidaw, a new city in Mandalay Division, as the new capital. Yangon had formerly been the nation's capital.
The ban on smoking in public places such as bars and restaurants came into effect in Scotland.
The Mental Health Foundation's National Inquiry today called on the Government to launch a UK-wide initiative to develop better and more appropriate responses to young people who self-harm, starting with an awareness campaign targeted at professionals, parents and young people.
Wednesday, 28 May 2008
Tuesday, 27 May 2008
Monday, 26 May 2008
(Peter Risdale, Leeds United chairman 1997-2003)
Fast forward to season 2007/2008. Manchester United are crowned champions of Europe, while Leeds are condemned to spend another season languishing among the dregs of League One, the lowly third tier of English football. If this is the dream, then someone please pinch me. It must be time to wake up.
Apologies for the bad language used in yesterday’s blog. You can blame it on the booze, the booze and the bitter taste of defeat. This was a whole season spent fighting against everything and everyone, against the injustice of a 15-point deduction, against the loss of two managers, against all the constant jeers and sneers. Despite all this Leeds could still claim the best attendances in the division, indeed bigger crowds than half the Premiership, the so-called "best league in the world".
And so it came to pass. After all this, 90 minutes duly arrived when Leeds thoroughly deserved to lose. Doncaster Rovers deserved their victory and could, in all truth, have had three or four while Leeds just never showed up for their big day at Wembley. It seemed as though the players had read the morning’s papers, the profiles in the sports pages telling of triumph in the face of adversity, believing the result to be a foregone conclusion. At the Devon pub in Crossgates, sat among the replica shirts emblazoned with "Y.R.A: YORKSHIRE REPUBLICAN ARMY", supporters making plans for next season’s Championship campaign, attending away matches on the road to another big promotion push, the triumphant return to Premier League football, revenge on all the nay-sayers. A season on the road to winter matches spent stood on the freezing terraces bare-chested, singing "we are the champions of Europe". No Chamionship this year though, as another spell in League One purgatory awaits.
Still not a total dead loss, the team racked up 91 points which in any other year would be enough to seal automatic promotion. The manager promises to return with a stronger squad, and the fans will never desert their team no matter what. Marching on together, Leeds United will be back on top. We’re gonna see you win!
Sunday, 25 May 2008
Saturday, 24 May 2008
Friday, 23 May 2008
Mike Kelley has often said that ‘dirt’ is what his installations, consisting of abject and orphaned cuddly toys picked up from yard sales and thrift stores, are really about: ‘Because dolls represent such an idealised notion of the child, when you see a dirty one you think of a fouled child. And so you think of a dysfunctional family… The toy begins to take on the characteristics of the child itself – it smells like the child and becomes torn and dirty like real things do. It then becomes a frightening object because it starts to represent the human in a real way and that’s when it’s taken from the child and thrown away.’
In a society fuelled by pictures of success, wrote Ralph Rugoff, these images of failure generate the anxiety which surrounds the taboo. Kelley’s creatures are not funny on account of their pitiable appearance, but because they befoul the sublime hygiene of the gallery or museum (or the double-fronted executive dream home). Examine them too closely and their lovable personalities dissolve into clumps of unwashed fabric, limp and devoid of architectural structure.
Thursday, 22 May 2008
Wednesday, 21 May 2008
"so you stopped supporting leeds until they started playing well again?
not really anything to write an article about is it"
Tuesday, 20 May 2008
"You can't guess, then?" he asked suddenly, feeling as though he were flinging himself down from a steeple.
"N-no…" whispered Sonia.
"Take a good look."
As soon as he had said this again, the same familiar sensation froze his heart. He looked at her and all at once seemed to see in her face the face of Lizaveta. He remembered clearly the expression in Lizaveta's face, when he approached her with the axe and she stepped back to the wall, putting out her hand, with childish terror in her face, looking as little children do when they begin to be frightened of something, looking intently and uneasily at what frightens them, shrinking back and holding out their little hands on the point of crying. Almost the same thing happened now to Sonia. With the same helplessness and the same terror, she looked at him for a while and, suddenly putting out her left hand, pressed her fingers faintly against his breast and slowly began to get up from the bed, moving further from him and keeping her eyes fixed even more immovably on him. Her terror infected him. The same fear showed itself on his face. In the same way he stared at her and almost with the same childish smile.
"Have you guessed?" he whispered at last.
Monday, 19 May 2008
Sunday, 18 May 2008
From bell-push to faucet
Saturday, 17 May 2008
Friday, 16 May 2008
Thursday, 15 May 2008
Wednesday, 14 May 2008
Tuesday, 13 May 2008
Mark Fisher's blog on the end of history and CGI spectre of the 2012 Olympics.
"Jameson and Baudrillard understood that this user-generated content, together with the concomitant retreat of the cultural elite that has enabled it, would not lead to new kinds of creativity, but to pastiche and retrospection. Just as the capitalist language of ‘diversity’ is a cover for new modes of homogeneity."
Alan Kirby's essay on pseudo-modernism.
"This pseudo-modern world, so frightening and seemingly uncontrollable, inevitably feeds a desire to return to the infantile playing with toys which also characterises the pseudo-modern cultural world. Here, the typical emotional state, radically superseding the hyper-consciousness of irony, is the trance – the state of being swallowed up by your activity. In place of the neurosis of modernism and the narcissism of postmodernism, pseudo-modernism takes the world away, by creating a new weightless nowhere of silent autism."
Monday, 12 May 2008
This column in the Guardian's Saturday magazine supplement is invariably the same every week. Mr Petridis will chuckle scornfully about whatever it is those oh-so-wacky menswear designers have come out with this time, accompanied by a photo of the author wearing a smug, condescending look on his face. Well sorry, but sometimes it's necessary to take some risks with your style. I for one believe these Bernhard Willhelm-for-Topman sunglasses were made to grace a good few sunny afternoons spent lounging around the DCA piazza. Nothing "unreservedly barmy" about that, surely? Well, is there?
Sunday, 11 May 2008
Saturday, 10 May 2008
Friday, 9 May 2008
Thursday, 8 May 2008
Wednesday, 7 May 2008
This thread contains an interesting (to some) discussion of the 15-point penalty.
"All I ever wanted from LUFC was good football and winning trophies and thereby greatly entertaining me and millions of others. I got all that, many times and am grateful for it.
Looking back on the numerous misfortunes of the club, one cannot fail to notice that the disasters did not originate on the pitch, but always in the board room, going right back to the "illegal payments" issue in 1919. Ridsdale and his ugly shower screwed the club and is happy now, probably doing the same thing. Now Bates has come in and is shafting us, only differently.
If the Ridsdale crew hadn't been such plonkers when the "crisis" arose and had spoken to creditors about reduced repayments, or extensions, or negotiating a different payment plan, pointing out at the same time that the present squad comprised top quality players who would be capable of reaching the top-tier of the league and therefore get into Europe, where they could generate good amounts of revenue, then things may have looked vastly different.
Instead, they went into panic mode and thought that selling all the outstanding player material would solve the problem. What are you going to do with a team made up of no-names, apprentices and loan-kickers? That's where the real decline started."
"'Leeds fans weren't complaining when we got to the semi finals of the Champions League on borrowed money and overspend.'
No we weren't complaining - and I defy any fan of any other club to have complained in the same situation. The reason we weren't complaining was that we weren't all privy to the financial workings of our football club, and in actual fact, the massive overspend came after the champions league run. To claim that we should have known is just pathetic and flippant nonsense. Our net transfer spend at that time was around £5 million, but the Leeds haters like to gloss over facts like this.
The sense that we get everything we deserve is as laughable as it is predictable. With each new kick we receive, rival fans say we deserve more and more severe penalties for our misdemeanours. After all, we've only had to contend with selling virtually two teams of international players for pathetic fees to clubs who openly laughed at us, selling our training facilities and stadium to dodgy development companies, two relegations, the deduction of 25 points, Peter Risdale, Gerald Krasner and Ken Bates. But of course we deserve more because we are Leeds.
The one thing I can tell is starting to upset the Leeds hating mob at the moment though, is the sense that perhaps we have now bottomed out and are steadily on our way back up. And as Leeds fans we know how sick that must be making all you Leeds haters feel. 38 thousand at Elland Road for a game in league one! MOT."jimiL
Tuesday, 6 May 2008
Legendary producer Carl Craig takes The Wire magazine's Invisible Jukebox test to reveal his influences and inspirations.
Yorkshire noir writer David Peace is interviewed at Elland Road, home of the mighty Leeds United. He discusses the forthcoming film adaptation (and accompanying South Bank Show special) of his novel The Damned United.
Monday, 5 May 2008
The _Black_Acrylic Cine Salon ran from November 2007 until May 2008. The idea with this project was to present a series of films that viewers would be unlikely to see anywhere else, in a relaxed environment conductive to contemplation and discussion. Films were not chosen according to any specific brief, but over time it became apparent that a few specific themes had come to dominate. The common thread in all these films is that they suggest new possibilities, and take the viewer to a place where cinematic conventions do not apply. With two exceptions (Nekromantik and Christmas Evil), I hadn’t seen any of the films myself before screening them.
The Salon came about through a happy mix of circumstances. Primarily, I found myself in a house that had a spacious living room. I was able to procure a large television set from a friend, and I’d already installed various art objects about the place. Around this time I was working a lot of overtime in my job at the bank, for which I could claim payment in Marks and Spencer’s vouchers. These were spent on what Salon listings described as “the finest wines and cheeses”. DVDs were sourced through the Amazon DVD rental service, and occasionally bought from eBay or other retailers when the titles were too obscure. Attendance for these events was usually about three or four people; often it could be many more, and once or twice it was just myself. Each week events were publicized through text message, social networking websites, and this blog.
08/11/07 LA PLANETE SAUVAGE (1973, Dir. Rene Laloux)
15/11/07 ARAKIMENTARI (2004, Dir. Travis Klose)
22/11/07 THE BEYOND (L’Aldila’) (1981, Dir. Lucio Fulci)
29/11/07 The complete WILLO THE WISP (1981, Dir. Nick Spargo)
09/12/07 HAXAN Witchcraft Through The Ages (1922, Dir. Benjamin Christensen)
13/12/07 SUCCUBUS (1968, Dir. Jess Franco)
20/12/07 CHRISTMAS EVIL (1980, Dir. Lewis Jackson)
10/01/08 964 PINOCCHIO (1991, Dir. Shozin Fukui)
17/01/08 ALICE IN WONDERLAND (1966, Dir. Jonathan Miller)
24/01/08 NEKROMANTIK (1987, Dir. Jorg Buttgereit)
31/01/08 LITTLE OTIK (2000, Dir. Jan Svankmajer)
07/02/08 BLOOD AND BLACK LACE (1964, Dir. Mario Bava)
14/02/08 PANDORA’S BOX (1929, Dir. G W Pabst)
21/02/08 LIQUID SKY (1982, Dir. Slava Tsukerman)
28/02/08 THE PHANTOM CARRIAGE (1921, Dir. Victor Sjostrom)
06/03/08 CHRISTIANE F. (1981, Dir. Uli Edel)
13/03/08 GIRL SLAVES OF MORGANA LE FAY (1971, Dir. Bruno Gantillon)
20/03/08 FAUST (1926, Dir. F W Murnau)
27/03/08 AFTERMATH (1994, Dir. Nacho Cerda)
03/04/08 DER FAN (1982, Dir. Eckhart Schmidt)
17/04/08 THE SHIVER OF THE VAMPIRES (1971, Dir. Jean Rollin)
24/04/08 15 (2003, Royston Tan)
01/05/08 LAST HOUSE ON DEAD END STREET (1977, Dir. Roger Watkins)
Sunday, 4 May 2008
THE WORK OF
OUR OBJECTIVE IS TO CREATE MUSIC ANALOGOUS TO A CRY OF DESPAIR, PIERCING THE CARAPACE OF A REIFIED, TOTALITARIAN SOCIETY.
WITHIN THE INTERSTICES OF THIS SOCIETY, WE HAVE SOUGHT TO LIBERATE THE IMAGINATION THROUGH THE CREATION OF ART FORMS DESIGNED TO EXPOSE THE INSTITUTIONALISATION OF VIOLENCE, THE SEAMY UNDERBELLY OF AN INCREASINGLY ‘NORMALIZED’ HUMANITY.
THIS INCLUDES ATAVISTIC ACTS (CELEBRATION OF THE PRIMORDIAL, VALORISATION OF THE ART OF THE ‘CLINICALLY’ INSANE; AND THE DOUBLE EXPOSURE OF DOCUMENTED BRUTALITY).
THIS CONTENT IS SUPERIMPOSED UPON A LANDSCAPE OF INDUSTRIAL NOISE, WHICH EXPLORES THE SENSORY AND PSYCHOLOGICAL EFFECTS OF A MODE OF PERCEPTION COMMENSURATE WITH THE DISINTEGRATION OF THE HUMAN PSYCHE AND THE DISSOLUTION OF THE PERSONALITY. A CONDITION SYMPTOMATIC OF THE GLOBALISED POSTMODERNITY OF LATE CAPITALISM.
OUR PERFORMANCES EVOKE A CONFONTATION WITH THE LISTENER. THE AUDIENCE IS NOT ONLY FACED WITH, BUT ALSO INCORPORATED INTO THE PERFORMANCE. WE SEEK TO SHOCK THE PARTICIPANTS BY ENGENDERING WITHIN THEM A RAW AND ALIENATING AWARENESS OF THE HUMAN CONDITION.
THE PHILOSOPHER JEAN-FRANCOIS LYOTARD WOULD DESCRIBE THIS AS ‘ANESTHETICS’ OR ‘AN AESTHETICS OF SHOCK’. IT IS A REACTIVE DEFENCE AGAINST A DOMINANT CULTURE’S TREMENDOUS CAPACITY TO ABSORB OUTSIDERS AND INGEST ITS OWN DISSIDENT ELEMENTS.
IN AN ATTEMPT TO AVOID THIS PROCESS OF ABSORPTION (‘RECUPERATION’), OUR PRODUCTIONS PRESENT THEMSELVES AS RUDELY ANTITHETICAL TO THE SACCHARINE, EUROTRASH/MTV VALUES OF THE POPULAR MAINSTREAM.
WE HAVE SOUGHT TO RENDER OURSELVES AT THE VERY LEAST UNPALATABLE – AND IDEALLY, TOXIC – TO THAT ALL-CONSUMING DIGESTIVE TRACT OF THE CULTURE INDUSTRY.
Saturday, 3 May 2008
And Leeds United failed in their bid to get the points deduction overturned. Never mind, there's still the play-offs to come in a few weeks' time.
Friday, 2 May 2008
I know that a gay gentleman was found about a block or so from his home, passed out and near death, covered head to toe in blood that drenched and seeped through his clothes into his frozen skin. The man had been beaten in his home and had to make his way outside to find some help. He was cruelly attacked by, what police figure was, a group of more than three men.
The gentleman still exists. Still talks and walks and smiles and laughs. The 126 stitches in his head are, however, virtually unknown to him. Such is the nature of AIDS dementia. Currently at his lowest ebb, near death with rare and brief stabs at lucidity, the man either refuses to acknowledge the attack or simply to discuss it.
Police are most curious about the extensive damage done to the man’s feet which, they surmise, would suggest a certain closeness between victim and attacker. His feet- heels to toes- were chewed and bitten through. By more than one mouth. His entire fag body showed bite marks- neck to thighs- but his feet mutilation was fresh and especially vicious.
Meaning, maybe, that he liked it.
And that it went too far. And, maybe still, when he objected- or maybe not- the abusers reacted by smashing his skull again and again into a faucet- maybe- until he shut up. Screaming to stop. Liking it to begin with. Asking for it. Waiting for it to start with a hand rubbing at his middle-aged jaded sagging balls and tough hanging dick. Never liking it and wishing it had never started. Crying with all the godless power in his brain for them to please just fucking stop it now. Unable to stop it; either by that impulse that led him to such an always dangerous and mysterious situation where the groin tug is the smile on his face, rather than the slow steady whisper in his noisy personality. Or simply physically unable to bend against the pure bone gnashing pain.
Thursday, 1 May 2008
It all looks very exciting and further information will be posted as things start to take shape.