Friday, March 15, 2019

RUKA (The Hand) (CZE/1965) Jiří Trnka

Jiri Trnka's last animation "The Hand". It is better on the big screen of course. What a beautiful piece.

Music:  ↷ Beach House still humming through me. ↶

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It's always worthwhile going to see a band live.
I'm coming to terms with the fact that I will miss J. Mascis' and Jeff Tweedys' AU gigs.

Also coming to terms with my propensity to procrastinate!

Sunday, March 10, 2019

3 for 1


Trying to find the right melody. That's what was happening before Christmas. Trying three different song melodies for one set of lyrics... I don't remember ever having tried this before with song writing.  In that I complete the whole song, very very roughly, and nail the melody and hook if there is one... Perhaps I didn't need to? Working on these songs comes in fits and starts. I always get to a point where I have to leave the song where it is, to simmer for a few weeks, then come back for a fresh 'hear'. This is where I really miss and need Cam, Cris and Ted. The fuel's all there, they just know(knew) how to ignite it.

Went to see Beach House on Friday night. Garnered some joy from that. I'm still listening to the Oh Hellos.

I dropped the comic for a few months. (Dropped in the old fashioned sense.) Inspiration shifted and I got sick of struggling with my drawings. Bruce has another week up his sleeve apparently. Perhaps I can economise my style and not care about the shizzle that comes out of my pen.

Tuesday, February 26, 2019

hell yes ⇣ Dear Wormwood 👹

I haven't read The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis, but I love that the Oh Hellos Dear Wormwood album is inspired by it. The song "Dear Wormwood" in particular is amazing.

Screwtape is a senior demon writing letters from Hell to his Earthbound demon nephew Wormwood. Screwtape's letters to his nephew aim to help him coax a particular human into wicked and sinful ways.

Friday, February 22, 2019

just words


a cup of tea on a foxes back as she darts into hiding


Wormwood and Screwtape

Sunday, February 03, 2019

Blue Tigers

I'm writing about patterns again. Writing but in a kind of turpentine spill. Reads like a pseudo-somethingist's scrawl. Blather. Like the 'mad' Dog Catcher in FNQ, whose intriguing books (scientific observations and sketches?) he begged Vaddi to look at. The 'spill' is a place. A place for inspiration. I can't articulate the concepts that sometimes ghost their way into me. Yet I don't want to miss them, lose them, search again for them. They just river from other places, through me, and if I can place something of them into my own work then they can keep moving. I don't really work enough though - or rather, I'm not finishing much at the moment. Just scribbling trunks and murmuring harmonies.

Vaddi never looked at the Dog Catcher's books. The dogs chased the Dog Catcher.

Blue Tigers

Unus Mundus has been weaving a web for me over the last two or so months. When I wrench my head out of the clouds then I might play with this web. Or just look at it. Or keep playing D chords and drawing little dudes. Like this guy.

Wednesday, January 02, 2019


Gathering songs for the Hume...