Fruchtfleisch.

“While he forth from the closet brought a heap
Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd;
With jellies soother than the creamy curd.” – Keats

An evening of experimental poetry and multimedia performance. Including very special guest Justin Katko who will be travelling from England to perform for us.

Justin Katko
All-American poet and special high priest of honour, sultan of sentiment, aesthetic judiciary and visually stimulante Justin Katko, will be performing a selection from The Death of Pringle, a dramatic lyric opera sung to original computer-programmed music:

“THE FREE PRINGLE BRINGS NEWS OF THE IMPERIAL MACHINATIONS TO THE PEOPLE. THE POETS WELCOME THIS TALKING COMMODITY AND ATTEND TO ITS SPEECH; BUT THE PEOPLE, BLINDED BY THE EASE OF THEIR FREEDOM, FAIL TO LISTEN TO THIS PIECE OF THEIR FOOD. IT IS THUS THAT THE FATE OF THE COMMONS AND AUTONOMY ITSELF IS AN IMPERATIVE FUNCTION OF THE EFFICACY OF THE POETS’ SONG. WILL THEIR LYRICS BE WELL ENOUGH ADVANCED TO HIJACK THE TECHNOITOPIAN SCHEMING OF THE IMPERIAL REGIME? CAN A PRINGLE REALLY DIE?”

Check out more of Justin’s work at http://somedope.blogspot.com/ or http://www.youtube.com/user/JU5TINKATK0

Steven Lavender
Concrete dunt/damage texts w/ stereopathic cassette accompaniment.
Live debut!
New work performed by Berlin resident Mr S.Warwick, known for his musical explorations into the braindrain cosmos as Heatsick or as the elatory duo Birds of Delay.

Edward Luker
Another barbaric expat indulging in the over-furtive pastures of Berlin who refuses to understand anything at all ever. A lyrical luddite goading the bourgy mofos to dismantle their genetic opulence, Edward Luker will be reading something in some capacity to some people who somehow find themselves trapped.

You can see examples of his work at http://dumbflux.wordpress.com

Jeroen Nieuwland
Another Berlin resident, originally born from the Netherlands, Jeroen promises me that he will also be reading something and we shall tremble.

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There is a suggested donation of 3 euros to help Justin Katko cover his travel costs.

Nearest UBahn: Schlesisches Tor.

Please pass on this event and invite your friends!

The event is part of the Fruit Salad Boutique – Winter Warmers festival that is taking place at PremARTS from 27.11 – 7.11.2009. For more information: http://www.facebook.com/search/?o=4&init=s%3Aevent&q=fruit+salad#/event.php?eid=174175011963&ref=mf

http://fruitsaladboutique-fruitsaladboutique.blogspot.com
http://www.premarts.de
http://dumbflux.wordpress.com

an idea

with all

Womanizer.

I have been provided with a very interesting perspective on relationship formation this week by a 14 year old German boy (complete with body odour problem, bad dress sense and a disgusting penchant for crudity), who managed to acquire the girl of his dreams. It seems, gentlemen of the world, that we have been doing it wrong, and all that it takes to acquire ones muse is to draw a crass picture of oneself with a comically massive, bulbous phallus and give it to said muse. I really wish I kept the picture, it was however, condemned to the paper recycling basket of history.

“When it comes to music, Wiley’s a gannet, the most unusual star on the planet.”

Whilst spending a couple of hours absorbed in FACT magazine’s ‘The Essential . . .Wiley’ by Dan Hancox, I managed to tumble into a rabbit hole that I’m not sure I can escape….With this as my starting point, I decided to compile a Top 5 of my fave Wiley Kat lyrics. So here it is, ya dun know..

WILEY’s comin’ on strong Top 5 lyrikal bangers

1. “There ain’t a club that you won’t see me at / Cause I’m a street star / There’s no set time I have my tea at.”
2.“I ain’t got a gat in my car/I’ve got a baseball bat in my car/But I use it to play baseball/Or I play rounders”
3.“I’m like the rising sun/I put those pies in the oven”
4.“I aint got a Winnie the Pooh scarf as yet / But I’m getting one”
5.“Had a little sleep but now I’m gonna get up / Go to the shop and get a £10 top-up”

All of these lines appear weaved through standard grime braggadocio (where Wiley obviously smashes it too), but it’s the bathetic that commandeers, like listening to Doctor Doom talking about having a banging shit. I wake up everyday and pine for the liberty of deciding what time to have my tea at. Tonight we’re having fish and new potatoes.

“..got more layers than a light green cabbage..”

The Grimetapes presents series have collated an impressive setsquare investigation into mans ouevre, it’s great, just not quite as good as the D Double E one.

“Won’getnunayaCD’sbak!”

This blog slipped into the void. Cast into a post-modern malaise of trying to assume a readership; caught between the rock of high cultural idiocy and the hard place of low cultural freneticism. I lost the key point of just experimenting in writing, whilst trying to order some kind of coherency in my head. So I’m going to resurrect it; and not try and pre-emptively justify the incoherence of trying to squish in mangled thought on a myriad of topics. Expect a big ting. I’m on some Next Hype…

We are all culpable.

How does it fell

Auden – Age of Anxiety lol

“Long-legged ladies with little-legged dogs
Lolled with their lovers by lapsing brooks.”

Doing a read.

Poets Reading Poetry!!! Featuring

ED LUKER
MICHAEL KINDELLAN
GARETH FARMER
JEREMY HARDINGHAM

+ Richard Parker DJing.

Monday 11th May, 8-11 pm.
Upstairs @ The Hope, Queen’s Road, Brighton.
Entry £5 waged, £3 concessions.