Saturday, March 5, 2016

Prologue to the unfinished sequel to the Bubble Blower



This piece originally served as a prologue to the second book, The Trout’s Road, which I wrote a good portion of but has since been relegated to the bottom drawer. Enjoy?

Jason Rooke felt he had a responsibility.

The past had been parcelled out among the realms. What history did not serve their end goals, the Bubble Blower had either imprisoned or the Hands had buried. But there in his possession was his father’s book, Science and Rationalism of the Hands.

Perhaps with the aid of the book and with the knowledge he had attained in his travels he could give history back to the citizens of Tapestry. Awaken them to the cold hard facts.

There was no taking an objective viewpoint. Neutrality was only a further betrayal in light of everything he now knew. He wanted to talk to the Hands, discover their secrets, show them how their governing had affected the citizens of Tapestry, and how history had stopped being made.

Only everything he knew was in his head, and in his sketchbook. His father’s book was only a fragment of history, not really a foundation to start building something on. He wondered if he was thinking well above his station.

The book was one in a series, perhaps not even the first volume. How much it covered exactly, he could not tell. He opened it up and began to read on.

So we have, as a response to the event that we now know simply as ‘the disordering’, the appropriation of entirely new methods of division, organisation, and control. These methods are characterised by the development of individuals with concern to their environments.

Tapestry has a rich and diverse history, an inheritance that will soon be divided. It is a spiritual nation where its inhabitants have always desired to live together and be regarded collectively. The emergence of these new methods I fear will lead us to a Tapestry that will in time be unrecognisable to the one we once knew.

I will consider the implications of the planned realms I mentioned earlier, which are by far the most important instance of these new methods in motion. I would like to demonstrate how the realms will be fashioned and what impact they will have for us as a nation. Also, with the form of abduction, I will attempt to make sense of the Hands and their governing.

The truth about what the disordering was and what had caused it had been concealed by the Hands. They self-diagnosed themselves with amnesia. His father knew little about the disordering other than what he discovered through his suspicions.

I believe their explanation for the disordering was little more than a guess; a hypothetical one, founded on insufficient observation and evidence. They managed to abduct a single explanation for its cause while disregarding any alternative possibilities.
In mathematics, it is known that 2 + 2 = 4, but the answer can also be a 5 since the Hands can will anything into existence.

The disordering was the reason for the realms. He didn’t need to read his father’s book to know that. Disappointment set in then when he realised the book contained no satisfying answers. There was still so much being kept back. His only choice was to go to Machine - the city of the Hands. Where he could access the archives, find the whereabouts of his friend Augustus, and hopefully obtain all the answers to his questions.

Jason Rooke felt he had a responsibility.

Monday, February 2, 2015

INHERENT VICE

 
"Turn on, tune in, drop out," is a distant echo, now it's all, "go away little hippie." In society's blood-shot gaze the free-love generation spawned a parasitic organism, and chances of mutualism are a distant memory. The fact is, spiritual liberationsim has given way to post-Manson malaise. It's the end of an era. Deteriation with a pulse.

Friday, September 5, 2014

My first full-length novel

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The idea for the novel came about in early 2012, some time after finishing my creative writing course. I wanted to write a 'psychedelic' fantasy with a unique concept that was thematically rich.

So, what's it about? Well, without giving too much away...

The story chronicles the adventures of a young man named Jason Rooke, who after running away from his hometown to avoid siphoning, is left aimlesss and vulnerable in a world he knows little about.

When a friend of his father’s, Augustus Shade, entrusts him with a rare map, he goes on a quest to find the Bubble Blower, a mysterious character he believes might hold all the answers.

In his encounters with the people of Foxcote and Temperance, he learns the importance of friendship, and human morality. But the tension caused by his dealings with the towns begins to build and with it the true relationship between power and knowledge is revealed...


http://www.amazon.co.uk/BUBBLE-BLOWER-Ashley-Russell-ebook/dp/B00K56V1TS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1409931456&sr=8-1&keywords=the+bubble+blower

Monday, September 1, 2014

Barcelona, Wu-Tang wisdom & cognitive maps

Last month my girlfriend and I went to Barcelona. We covered a lot of it by foot. When I'm in a place/city I like to be able to memorize its geography. I have realised that one of my abilities is forming a strong, reliable cognitive map of my surroundings.

This reminded me of something the RZA wrote about in his book, THE TAO OF WU, where he made reference to a British study about cab drivers in London who by 'mastering the streets in that city, they actually increased the size and changed the structure of their brains.' This enlarged 'the hippocampi - which is part of the brain that handles memory.' He makes a good point that practicting this gives 'a sense of perspective-of the size of the world, the scale of the universe, the place of man.' 

Monday, July 14, 2014

Inspired to write this after watching the film BRICK (2005)




Brendan Frye’s on a case. He’s aggravating existing conflicts, drawing people out into the open despite being conditioned to small places. In his composure and his words he makes Dashiell Hammett’s hard-boiled world three dimensional, whose immortality is now his mortality. He can touch the sadness everywhere. School yard and athletic field draped in silence under a grey and scratched sky. His mind is like spools, between which his memories of her pass and wind. He presses play, his memory moves in one direction, while life moves in the other. He presses stop, and he flips it, plays the other side…back and forth until the tape threatens to feed noise and snap. This case is the most personal. It’s the one that threatens to expose him. Shadows murmur and hum. Dreams are held together with only invented textures and instruments. It’s his need to find out that keeps him ticking. He decided at the start, this case is no different to a Rubik’s Cube. It's no easy pickings but it’s not insoluble. Its nature can be learned. Algorithms can be made of it just the same. He just needs to keep all five senses. Get just enough sleep.

Monday, November 8, 2010

sabre-tooth tiger with an asshole like an 8-ball sidepocket

"Casanova used to run his fingers, his hands up the ladies dresses as men were torn apart in the king's courtyard; but Casanova died too, just an old guy with a big cock and a long tongue and no guts at all. to say he lived well is true. the ladies usually go for the biggest damn fool they can find; that is why the human race stands where it does today: we have bred the clever and lasting Casanovas, all hollow inside, like the chocolate Easter bunnies we foster upon our poor children. - the only thing that has kept me from being assassinated is that I am small shit, I have no politics, I observe. I have no sides except the side of the human spirit, whist after all does sound shallow, like a pitchman, but which means mostly my spirit, which means yours too, for if I am not truly alive, how can I see you?" ~ C. Bukowski

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Woman Crucified on Telephone Pole

This promotional poster for the Doors L.A. Woman LP has always been a favourite of mine but I have yet to find out who created it, any ideas?

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

This Be The Verse

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.

-Philip Larkin

the last american hero


'And there goes the Challenger, being chased by the blue, blue meanies on wheels. The vicious traffic squad cars are after our lone driver, the last American hero, the electric centaur, the, the demi-god, the super driver of the golden west! Two nasty Nazi cars are close behind the beautiful lone driver. The police numbers are gettin' closer, closer, closer to our soul hero, in his soul mobile, yeah baby! They about to strike. They gonna get him. Smash him. Rape... the last beautiful free soul on this planet.'

-Super Soul (Vanishing Point, 1971 film)

Monday, November 1, 2010

notes of a dirty old man

'One day after the races, I saw down and wrote the heading Notes of a Dirty Old Man, opened a beer, and the writing got done by itself...Just sit by the window, lift the beer, and let it come. Anything that wanted to arrive, arrived.'

I've been meaning to read Charles Bukowski for a while, his style of grimy street realism, and focus on America's lowlife, it's losers, antiheroes, women, gambling, booze and violence attracts me. Now I have Notes of a Dirty Old Man, I hope to not be dissapointed.

unfashionable alienation & outlaws under the bad moon

Today I purchased both the reissue of Morrissey’s 1990 compilation Bona Drag, and the deluxe edition of Band on the Run by Paul McCartney and Wings. Both artists, Morrissey being one of my favourite singer/song writers, seem to be fairly unfashionable with Macca being rarely fashionable outside of the Beatles. Since I don’t follow trends, hipsters and petty music fans I listen to what I please.

Band on the Run is well known to be one of Macca’s finest post-Beatles records and on first listen, despite the rather limp Bluebird, it is definitely more outstanding then much of his output. Macca for me has always been a melodic genius, but his approach to song writing has always left me cold. Unlike Harrison and Lennon, he always chose to create his own characters rather than autobiography. I find his music to often suffer from being style over substance. However Band on the Run, which comes in a lush deluxe edition with photos, bonus tracks and a film, is definitely one of the best Macca albums. Stand out tracks include Jet, Mrs Vandebilt, and Nineteen Hundred and Eighty Five.

Bona Drag is one of the finest releases by the Moz ever, and the reissue sounds amazing. It also contains six previously unreleased tracks. The record contains November Spawned a Monster and Piccadilly Palare, which are his darkest songs about outsiders and also his best. Bona Drag is an essential record for anyone curious about Morrissey but unsure where to start.

Bona Drag meaning nice outfit in subculture slang Polari (Polari being a form of cant slang used in Britain by actors, circus and fairground showmen, criminals, prostitutes and the gay subculture)

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Crystal Castles - Not In Love ft. Robert Smith

On their brilliant self-titled second album that came out this year, the Crystal Castles covered Platinum Blonde's Not in Love. It's an obscure track and one that I had never heard before but CC took it and made it their own perfectly blending it with their unique style. But they have recruited Robert Smith of the Cure to make a new version to be released as a single in December. It's an awesome song, Robert Smith's yearning vocal elevates the song beyond their album version.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

International posters for The Black Swan

Black Swan is the next picture by Darren Aronofky, after the success of the Wrestler. It stars Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis and has been labeled as a psychological thriller. I've heard it's a mix of David Lynch and Cronenberg which sounds good to me. The international posters for the film are amazing:





It is released in the US in december on limited release.
Uk release yet to be confirmed.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Bergman's Persona (1966)


'Don't you think I understand? The hopeless dream of being. Not seeming, but being. Conscious at every moment. Vigilant. At the same time the chasm between what you are to others and to yourself. The feeling of vertigo and the constant desire to at last be exposed. To be seen through, cut down, perhaps even annihilated. Every tone of voice a lie, every gesture a falsehood, every smile a grimace'

Monday, October 25, 2010

BLAST 1: WYNDHAM LEWIS

BLAST is a literary magazine of the Vorticist movement written by Wyndham Lewis, it can almost be read as a punk manifesto, sharing much of its contradictions and revolutionary approach. Here are some extracts: 

We stand for the reality of the present-not for the sentimental future, or the sacripant past.

WE ONLY WANT THE WORLD TO LIVE, and to feel its crude energy flowing through us.

The moment a man feels or realizes himself as an artist, he ceases to belong to any milieu or time.

Popular art does not mean the art of the poor people, as it is usually supposed to. It means the art of the individuals.

To make the rich of the community shed their education skin, to destroy politeness, standardization and academic, that is civilized, vision, is the task we have set ourselves.

We want to make in England not a popular art, not a revival of lost folk art, or a romantic fostering of such unactual conditions, but to make individuals, wherever found.

We are against the glorification of ‘the people,’ as we are against snobbery. It is not necessary to be an outcast bohemian, to be unkempt or poor, any more than it is necessary to be rich or handsome, to be an artist. Art is nothing to do with the coat you wear. A top-hat can well hold the sixtine. A cheap cap could hide the image of Kephren.

AUTOMOBILISM (Marinetteism) bores us. We don’t want to go about making a hullo-bulloo about motor cars, anymore than about knives and forks, elephants or gas-pipes.

Blast presents an art of Individuals.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Crystal Castles Bristol Anson Rooms Oct 17th

Great lighting, awesome music & a vigorous Alice Glass. In so many words: Awesome!

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

the Invisible Republic


Greil Marcus, one of the best rock n roll critics, has an anthology out in November containing his finest writing which covers four decades of Bob Dylan, including reviews and essays written for Rolling Stone, Creem, the Village Voice, and the New York Times. Essential for fans of Dylan and music journalism.


Also released is Bob Dylan's first 8 albums in mono, which went out of print back in the 60's. As Greil Marcus would attest, the only way to listen to Dylan. £60