Cat picnic

LC and I took Lula to the park! She acted like a terrible ferret. We
are crazy cat people.

home is where the heart is

I miss London

(BF)

Bunches of love

Yesterday I bought pretty flowers at the farmers market! Unfortuantely, while I was window shopping and brunching with my bff I had to leave them in a water bottle in the car. When we got back they were looking very sad indeed but LC convinced me to put them in water and see if they perked up. This morning they are bright as dasies (not pushing up dasies). Having flowers makes me feel so grown up. Even Lula thinks they're pretty!

I went to the farmers market...

And I made broad bean, zucchini and mushroom risotto. YUM!

Malevolent Fictions

Beautiful writing by Linda Marie Walker and Paul Hewston. Linda taught me at Uni and is an absolute Gem/Hero. Photos from 10-10 By Kris, Bryan and anabela via Vic!

S found the grey truss, the story began. Neither of us knew about trusses. Anger is an energy, he said beating to the electronic band (with the flat sound). We decided on two definitions: the device worn to support a hernia, and, to tie or bind securely. After years of minor decisions, stilted talk, and intermittent carnality he tied himself with rope and jumped from a tall building. He told the woman in the lift that he'd decided to drown. But he jumped onto the concrete parking lot and broke everything and died ninety seconds later. The woman said she'd always remember him jerking. Held tied the rope tight around his chest and thighs. We were on the edge, that was the point of our involvement, he was intent on proving mortality. Anyway. the truss was just one of those tiny instances which inevitably lead to a larger act, and so he jumped trussed. I loved him. But you can't argue with obsession. He even had caring friends. He always acted stories.

A cry from Hell

today i bought the 50th anniversary edition of William S Burroughs' The Naked Lunch. I've been meaning to read it for ages and never have, now is my chance!. It is in a case (not a cage as i was told by my columbian  friend) and the edge of the pages are black. Several of my friends have told me that they tried to read it but had some trouble, so i am going to give it a go. I've seen the film and I know what Burroughs writing is like. Wish me luck!

Back in 2007 I made a short film piece about Burroughs' Cities of the Red Night:

INFECT

H Carlisle | Myspace Video
I'm not sure if the link works anymore :(

bowl cut

I got a new hair cut... thought i would share.