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the necessary la chute final The fall post ~post-The Fall / maybe part 1 of ?



I don't want to write this.

I first heard the fall when encouraged by bohemian girls in sixth form college (that is not a band name but maybe should be) -- I randomly picked, or picked the cheapest, from L'pool HMV "shift work" -- it didn't "work" for me at that point, now it is marvelous of course ("I thought shift-work would work/ &c") (all this subtle humour now to ruminate on forever until I die) (and the humour has become more evident, somehow, post this event)

Maybe I should not say anything. (I was looking for noise and free jazz, japanese psych/noise. the dead.c &c)(& was biased against "electronics" - tut-tut I tell myself now -- this was ridiculous years ago, I am not going to figure out the maths right now, 20+ years?)

Then I got "seminal live" and "the infotainment scam" (see all the wonderful album titles!) (plethora)

But it wasn't until someone gave me a mix-tape that I took with me as an exchange student to japan (thankyou Phil. W) has bits of slates/ part of america therein/ then perverted by language/ and my friend B W also got it, then, or had got it before, and we seemed together to reach further understandings: "I live with cancer death-wipe" / or something / The Fall lyrics/ The Fall -Words- always seem to be certainly this "or something" approximating.

so maybe MES was more an actual "writer" that is what I may have come to understand more clearly over this past week. A writer ensconced in song. William Blake et al //

The lyrics have taken over the household/married life (wife is sensible enough to know The Fall are ace! "all here is ace!" &c) Whenever the word "music" pops up, is immediately followed by "cassettes" . . .

I shalln't write much more. Favourite song. album/ that is all in the shifting cloud / / /

I wanted to say how wonderful at times it felt knowing you were a The Fall fan. One gig, I was so excited, I smuggled red wine into the "magnet" (now maybe gone, I don't know, this was long ago-ish) and we accumulated and drank surreptitiously, then the liverpool student union I think it was. I vomited everywhere, and this vomit, is noted, in the unofficial fall fan gigography page, I am stupidly proud to note. I managed to recover before the gruppe stared (unnuterable-era) and a lovely older fall fan took me and now-wife to front-stage and we reveled there -- this was pure kindness emanating somehow, rare to experience.

And the doorman/bouncer was so kind to me, I apologised very sincerely (about the vomit, keep up dear reader), he was the nicest doorman/bouncer I have ever encountered (usually they grab you by the throat)

I just wanted to write this "in time" "time gentle-folk please" "will you be finishing your drinks now please" / post-Last Orders

I am very far away but the hurt is bodily, mentally, also revelatory. Some sort of weird half-fun. I wanted to write this while those feelings were still current. Thank you, and good night.

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birthday song byebye time



「誕生日の歌」

最愛、
決して見えない側があるのに
他の側
けど最愛、
あるのが分かる、右に
今そこに指さしている
同時に、あなたの香りで
僕を田舎に運ぶ

とか・・・
今日は・・・
あなたの誕生日?

飛ばせるような、見て
葉が茂った螺旋形に座っている ・ 炎

張石
貯えている砂礫
揺れてる

あなたのように、痛みなくして道をよく探している、
と夢であなたに躓く
ひざぶつける、あなた消失しながら、
僕は行き詰まっているのに
あなたのいる部屋の隣で一緒に、いつも。



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song にリンク方がいいな〜〜 ごめん: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2VUnbPG8i3A

immigrant reading





the only book to take with ya when going the imposing immigration building aoart from all the forms etc you require is I have decided "CULTURE" by daniel davidson . . . there is a 2nd volume but was considered (the format) unprintnable at the time -- New Genre probably could have mnaged it, they did "blink is Luv" after all.

Anyway, a particular passage I will photograph, then I ready myself for immigration speculatation &c.

I think this passage is concerning suicide. R.Silliman gave this book an unfair review in my opinion. Because the poet killed himself. He had an incurable worsening heart condition, suicide seems reasonable. Perhaps R.Silliman is a secret jehova witness or sumthng.

it's upside yes, turn your heads or something, use them your heads. It was inspiration (the syntax maybe) on the novella in new genre#6, though no-one need know nor understand this.

I got a good review I got a good review, oh no, (variant on half man half biscuit)

beautifullviewreview of new genre #7 at here http://suptales.blogspot.jp/2015/08/new-genre-issue-seven.html

I don't think anyone had actually read my little works properly until now, maybe. (tho I had inkling, with WPWS, this is the one that would reach across the divide, and find the people, I think I thought that -- my idea of "pure" "sf" for our current era)

I remember waking up one day, thinking I'm gonna do something nasty-appalling, and the Rotund Chums were instigated, in notes at least.

the poor bastards. "trying to get to hell in a hurry" = JS

anyway, for those innarested(troubled people you must be), there is horrid horrid surgical "proceduce", the details as wikipedia has them: ・・/ in the actual fact, I can no longer locate the link, I think you are all better off for that. // UPDATE; i found the link, note, it is not happy reading, maybe do not undertake this surgical procedure but anyway: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hemicorporectomy

but be careful out there . . .

I tried to purchase "supernatural tales" utilising my mother, some yrs back, could she send a cheque etc, but it didn't work, because I have to ask my mother at least twice to do anything, and even then . . . it is not that she is in dotage or otherwise incompetent, mentally, medically, you know, just I suppose she is my mother. She means well. There is no mother in WPWS far as I can remember

"supernatural tales" seems like worth purchasing if you can manage it, anyhow.

now here must be a jpop in celebration of this review. Or have we had too much recently. Most any event has seemed to provoke a j-pop. Why not a "the fall"instead? Hard decision to make(actually is, a hard decision)(I am trying to make it now)

Hold on: does it have to be or the fucking other? One of each?! Think carefully, Pendleton, on what you mean to do. A comment on each is required at least. The implications . . . ! either way, I think this is called a "plus point"

ok: video #1 = the fall "bill is dead" atypical in many ways, though listen its mdma-drenched luvved-up that's what they called it then: noteable lyrics: "your legs/ are so cool" and "came twice, you thrice" -- well these are acquired tastes -- also, plus-point, my wife, who I sent this video to as a link, can't view by her iphone, but if I embed, maybe she can! Let us hope so.

embed video:



and next it must be j-pop. as cute but still good as possible, I am demanding. Difficult yet . . .

hold on: for example, if I was to pick "BiS", they no longer exist, but it stood for "Brand-New idol Society", I think. there are two options, both seem like guerilla performances for select group of fans. One is in a train. I am going to save the one on the train for later, because I will sooner or later finish a novella involving trains and it will then be appropriate.

I am keeping things in reserve, you understand.

So now, you, get, "nerve" it is actually very famous, in marginal-idol circles, the dance for example. I like that the little boy sort of attacks the women, and also, he is momentarily placed under one's dress, and the girl with hair tied-up is v.cute, though I also like the almost-down-syndrome-of-appearance, maybe in fact the best tho that's not exactly the point. and sort of an other-antoganism with the little boy seems to develop, in snippets we are partly witness to, like maybe everything that has currently happened in true detctive season 2 (I'm a fan) (I declare)

video, go to bed!




and, don't worry, I like all sorts of other musics too!

and I write SFnal novellas and shall continue to do so until I die.

"SKY VIEW BAR HOME"

that is a quote from a the fall song
all is naturally under dispute
NO
it's
"SKY calendar BAR HOME"
! !
see how tricky this all is

"SPECULATES"

notes to a the fall song "ibis-afro man"

as I said, notes to a the fall song "ibis-afro man" -- from the record album release "are you are missing winner"

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think if this is was/were a(n) LP, this would be the track split between prompting you turning over/ one track two sides, requires analogue participation to complete the listen. Like, like, is it "winter/deer-park"? or the other way round?, not having the original vinyl, nor a record player, since 6 plus years gone. No analogue means to ascertain.

possible initial stage is cover of a racist or thought-to-be song by ??iggy pop: I refer you to the excellent source of transcribed the fall lyrics (w.annotations): "annotatedthefall, specific page of song "ibis-afro-man"

-- it renders all my transcriptions below wrong so I add (sic) to all / and I add the time, i.e., xx:xx minutes seconds where when I thought I heard what I likely didn't. Some approximation thereof . . .

left ear only firstly, then the band coheres to the right . . . fork/knife -- elephants/lions , juxtapositions/ monkey/ for breakfast/ etc, something here, is the wrong way round, or both/ colonisation from inside out / the band asserts the main drive plus leftward half-insisted-on assertions / to as-though, make a point, but shan't/ better aspire to chaos/ collision/ oxy-moronism celebrations/ -- the gap, now, starts / estimated 03:20 to 04:50 -- )) then turn over your LP , &, 05:05 "nothing have I left to say . . . "

05:15 approximately thereon: "move fast and move me, down the line" (sic? &c) // repeats// 06:06))

"sometimes the sky(sic)(things)/ gets so slow, the sky /----/ above me, it looks so great" ~~ 01:53 )

(only what the hotel, supplies) // ~~ 02:10 )

jungle plus hotel service references/ great contradictory oxymoron bloom stretch-song to go long/ and it does

/atemporally I repeat re-discuss the the in-between (3:20~4:50) with what sounds like an electric machine animal replica voice/ (but see the notes on "annotated fall" site above) -- link persists through this, like a gap zoomed in/ and (because of the gap) it gets real good/(i thought, this is where you turn over the vinyl, if have/ and if that is the case, but it probably isn't (the case), but -- ) as atemporal anyway I picked by sic~misheards, and it's no problems.

fade-out/in to robust /move fast and move me, down the line // (sic) // many implications from this line, I thought, but (sic)?

great bloom of electric melody-field/

06:30 -- "I looked around, I looked around, I always did"//

some basic the fall as an anew spark perform footage captured thanks

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I used to live in a hotel. I ate "only what the hotel supplied"/ which was very nice/ then there was a sandstorm and virus carried within got in me and I couldn't go to school for months and then we were moving to bahrain for reasons no-one ever bothered to explain, then 18 months or somewhat less later kuwait would be invaded (August 1990 or so I believe) and in januaary 1991 we would be sent to england, a cold unwelcoming place where I am supposedly "from" /

in the hotel lobby, (in all hotel lobbies) there were reuter's machinery, they remind me now of ticker-tape or something, no I don't know for sure, perhaps in a physics highschool class something like that was used to measure a distance, a speed and a distance perhaps. The reuter machines constantly printed out dot-matrix style news reports, and spread if the lobby people are busy and/or unattentive, to spoool spill over onto the (hotel, lobby) floor. It was some quiet corner anyway. I used to like the reuter machineries (some sort of perpetually-ready attentive fax-like machinery, a printing machinery, let it be noted -- transmits reports from remote "in-the-field" workers(?))






hereby further fulfill obligations as decided to myself i.e. see previous a blog entry: __link__ though not with any concern for day of week nor frequency as originally intended, yet it's OK.

I am famous faultline

I experienced pleasure, mental pleasure, in the discoverment that I am or it is that I am named after with proud resonance the "pendleton fault" which is located among "manchester" ground and capable of a 6 magnitude which is not that bad, though not quite fatal enough for my liking nor temperament.  But consider the wimpy brick.  Inflexible.

 Think I'll activate my owner-user privileges soon.

"In 2007 a swarm of six earthquakes felt across the region was attributed to the fault"   -- that will have been my departing the england to the japan

fear my return // intercede if you may

NOTE: there are other pendletons abroad in the world. Some of them are quite evil. They have forfeited any right to power over fault. i.e., the fallen headmaster with the same damned name as I/LINK~to the abhorrent un-gentleman/ May we be clear is not me/ I have been worrying about this for a while now //why couldn't he be named michael or something __ at least I am not yet his age, though I will be, it's what happens, age mounts secondaryLINK~~// (I had a birthday just yesterday, I became half of 71)/ as a means of encouraging good behaviour useful to be aware that your name is highly unlikely to be unique// being named is a sharing// let us, may we, act with a reasonable dignity attuned to such consequences/ (problem with having names/having been named/ unwillingly / and that unwillingly we may mingle .

lucky for me it is not me -- it would be luckier for him were he me? But I would rather not have it so.

I think I would find it preferable another me was a suicide bomber rather than a voyeuristic headmaster/ always been quite partial to the suicide bomber/ a headmaster at a suicide bomber college.  A team of extra-strict prefects. ISIS-qualified! an "ma" in ISIS-studies opens a lot of doors.


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pendletons I have known//there's an uncle D, an uncle G, for example, in fact, one ("G") I have not known since being born or nearabouts, and I was not at my best, shortly after being born, in terms of memory-formation, for example, and the basics of interaction, and even movement, really it is not the best time to be getting to know someone . . . this then "G" was a navigator for the "raf", particularly navigator for the dr.strangelove perpetually on shiftwork flight somewhere close to russian airspace, for the purpose of launching nuclear strikes, should the situation so entail mutually assured(don't be so sure) destruction. What times we have lived in.

Similar to brotherly brother duo in the deLillo big book "underworld"this -- uncle "D" worked at a nuclear power plant, and it was after the chernobyl incident that perhaps thinks went awry -- and as for "G" the responsibility of his occupation weighed over-heavy, and the horror of the logic, perhaps -- and they both had somewhat "breakdowns" -- an indication of good character, in my opinion -- and when one "breaks", "down" in the face of the systemetassized chaos-logic over-determined power of the nuclear industry in both weaponised and energy-producing forms, one has managed quite well, I think, yet know well "managed quite well" offers no actual from now on all-is-well circumstance, I am sorry to inform you we are in non-benevolent grounds and no escape, no recourse to elsewhere.

anyway, you've two chords to be getting on with


other pendleton factions: a defunct english icecream company / a culturally appropriative(?) shirt manufacturer of america // an american military base/ the witches of pendle hill that is where my heart lies and my bones cool with their barrow breath / and the pendlewitches ale that now and then you would find available as "guest ale" in various pubs of liverpool where I mainly lived with some consistency until here where I am with almost the same length time of consistency though I shan't calculate it right now I am not in the mood.


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interpose overlay "it was the fault / of the pendleton" on following the Fall recording "dog is life/Jeruselam" -- snarl anti-dog poem segue to "jerusalem" "cover" plus "walking down the street" overlay/intervention : : imposition!





meander tail-off mithers (or add ons) in fall songs (or supplements)

I like the above (title) mentioned features of some songs by "the fall", I am reminded of the "alluvials" mentioned by kerouac in some letter or something gone missing sorry. I mean when the song is fairly ended but a spoken almost line or two extra is added and seems to encapsulate the something or other essence of said song aforementioned capped, or possibly it is a snippet of one performance happily recorded when a reaching past the usual limit was attempted, duende-style -- I am not generally interested in lyric content all that much so dislike often "singer-songwriter" peoples but here is a lyric gloop that acts physical with the musical thing like a particular gaah-ガ~~ moment and so it is like a shred of important nonsense.

examples: from "paranoid man in cheap shit room":
"sky calendar bar home -- speculates[w.chuckling]" -- this is not on the peel session version. Has many lyric highpoints:
"serial number 5 4 1 2 9" "his neighbours now / are listening to this" "goes down to the dance / very clever" "puts his head down / when girls pass in the street" "on trips mental inertia" "just like I told ya / refers to karaoke" -- are just some I hastily transcribe with errors almost guaranteed.

the stunning wry last seconds of "weather report 2":
"never mind / ??/ what about sex sounds/ recording of lost london / you don't deserve rock n roll" +[intake of breath as if to say something else but instead it ends there] (and end of album too)

and lastly "he pep" which may be current most-favoured song by "the fall":
"you had the best summer / and now it's wearing off / no more excuses / for your traitorism" -- and in its peel session version it ends extended alluvially as follows:
"... to the old guard / in the cold dark winter / on the 17th of December"