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KingoftheHeath Rank: Jasper	Mesmer's Merry-Go-Round... replied on: 3/2/2006 8:48:44 AM Home's project is remarkably similar to Mitton's: NOP... "Our own view is that in 2006, certain crimes and nasty events testify to how things have changed and how, slightly coincidentally, very recent events such as the shooting of the security men at the rapper Kenye West’s gig and the stupid behaviour of Pete Doherty are timely reminders of how pop culture is now contributing to entropy." Very Altamont, jazz needles and Juke Joint pistols... Incidentally m8e: the origin of the 'Cosmic Couriers' tag is German and refers to various musicians involved in the hallucinogenic 'Krautrock' scene of the early/mid 70's...
m8e Rank: Ozzy This message was updated on 3/2/2006 11:10:02 AM by m8e	Mitton spotted spitting the vodka in Virgin replied on: 3/2/2006 8:58:49 AM OK then, just to set the record straight - the debacle surrounding The Road of Excess was entirely down to me being led to believe that fat Barry the book dealer was a competent book publisher, rather than just a competent con-artist (which was mainly achieved by getting me completely stoned at his cottage in the Cotswolds). Brian himself had nothing at all to do with it, and was utterly shocked and appalled when he found out what had happened (the Lesters can attest to this as they were with me in the French House when I told him). After all, the very last thing he wanted was 5,000 error-ridden copies of his life story left languishing in a lock-up in Oxford - or anywhere else for that matter. Total bloody nightmare. Obviously I should have paid more attention to Iain Sinclair with regard to the untrustworthiness of book dealers.
m8e Rank: Ozzy	Mesmer's Merry-Go-Round... replied on: 3/2/2006 9:08:54 AM quote: Incidentally m8e: the origin of the 'Cosmic Couriers' tag is German and refers to various musicians involved in the hallucinogenic 'Krautrock' scene of the early/mid 70's... Yes, of course - Brian himself was very much involved in the Krautrock scene (this is all documented in The Road of Excess), culminating in the record "7-Up," made with various Krautrockers and Tim Leary. (Incidentally "7-Up" refers to the 7-circuit model of consciousness which Leary developed in collaboration with Barritt)
Barriminge Rank: Jasper	Mitton spotted spitting . replied on: 3/2/2006 10:30:08 AM quote: OK then, just to set the record straight - the debacle surrounding The Road of Excess was entirely down to me being led to believe that fat Barry the book dealer was a competent book publisher, rather than just a competent con-artist (which was mainly achieved by getting me completely stoned at his cottage in the Cotswalds). Brian himself had nothing at all to do with it, and was utterly shocked and appalled when he found out what had happened (the Lesters can attest to this as they were with me in the French House when I told him). After all, the very last thing he wanted was 5,000 error-ridden copies of his life story left languishing in a lock-up in Oxford - or anywhere else for that matter. Total bloody nightmare. Obviously I should have paid more attention to Iain Sinclair with regard to the untrustworthiness of book dealers. O.K. For those who don't know, it was you who paid too much for the publication of ' The Road of Excess'.I think you should have at least spoken to Peter Whitehead who Charlie was in touch with at that time who said that £3,000 would have covered it. I wouldn't of course divulge how much was paid.You can if you want to.
Barriminge Rank: Jasper This message was updated on 3/2/2006 9:25:41 PM by Barriminge	Mitton spotted spitting the vodka in Virgin replied on: 3/2/2006 9:24:11 PM quote: OK then, just to set the record straight - the debacle surrounding The Road of Excess was entirely down to me being led to believe that fat Barry the book dealer was a competent book publisher, rather than just a competent con-artist (which was mainly achieved by getting me completely stoned at his cottage in the Cotswolds). Brian himself had nothing at all to do with it, and was utterly shocked and appalled when he found out what had happened (the Lesters can attest to this as they were with me in the French House when I told him). After all, the very last thing he wanted was 5,000 error-ridden copies of his life story left languishing in a lock-up in Oxford - or anywhere else for that matter. Total bloody nightmare. Obviously I should have paid more attention to Iain Sinclair with regard to the untrustworthiness of book dealers. This comes completely out of the blue in the context of this present performance text. If this is available to the whole world on the internet who do you think you are talking to? What debacle are you referring to and what had happened? You still makes it sound like an intrigue. Who are the Lesters? And how many versions of the book are there since Stewart Home has not complained about any 'errors'? Did Sinclair actually specifically advise Matey in this particular case to beware of the 'untrustworthiness of book dealers'? 'A cottage in the Cotswolds' sounds groovy but is Matey completely unable to handle his drugs that he lets dodgy book dealers take advantage of him when stoned? No,it all stems from the fact that Matey completely lacks any critical faculty
m8e Rank: Ozzy	The price of Excess replied on: 3/2/2006 11:39:45 PM quote: quote: OK then, just to set the record straight - the debacle surrounding The Road of Excess was entirely down to me being led to believe that fat Barry the book dealer was a competent book publisher, rather than just a competent con-artist (which was mainly achieved by getting me completely stoned at his cottage in the Cotswalds). Brian himself had nothing at all to do with it, and was utterly shocked and appalled when he found out what had happened (the Lesters can attest to this as they were with me in the French House when I told him). After all, the very last thing he wanted was 5,000 error-ridden copies of his life story left languishing in a lock-up in Oxford - or anywhere else for that matter. Total bloody nightmare. Obviously I should have paid more attention to Iain Sinclair with regard to the untrustworthiness of book dealers. O.K. For those who don't know, it was you who paid too much for the publication of ' The Road of Excess'.I think you should have at least spoken to Peter Whitehead who Charlie was in touch with at that time who said that £3,000 would have covered it. I wouldn't of course divulge how much was paid.You can if you want to. Nah, no need to mention the exact figure - suffice to say that it was indeed "excessive."
Derradah Rank: Toyah This message was updated on 3/3/2006 8:23:57 AM by Derradah	Mesmer's Merry-Go-Round... replied on: 3/3/2006 3:44:57 AM quote: Home's project is remarkably similar to Mitton's: NOP... Well, chums, I think we can draw a curtain over that previous small matter, although one way Matey could get over it is to put up the cash to publish a limited edition of the ‘Po-Mo Blues Prophecy’ since when it is eventually published by a large publishing house the limited edition would become collectors items and then eveything would be paid for, especially if we refused to immediately sell any of them. Further than that though we mentioned that that other posting was the 69th. 3x23 but also recalling Stewart Home’s ‘novel’ '69 Things to do with a Dead Princess’. Not only that but p. 69 0f the ‘Lud Heat’ volume leads us to Sinclair’s ‘Theory of Hay Fever’ which suggests the Rimbadesque need for suffering and the duality built into all processes once more calling agency into doubt. Chaz, of course, suffers for his voices and regards his own ‘hourglass stomach’ as a personal mortification of the flesh. This is of course post post-modern since it brings us to the idea of a new Gnosticism or some such derangement. As we have said, this spiritual polarization of texts produces energy through synchronicity. If Stewart Home plays with alchemy and the occult through his situationism and letters from the Neoist Alliance, Chaz shows that it is no joke. And we believe that the unwilling 'magus' Iain Sinclair knows that it is no joke. Charlie and Sinclair know the Light side of the sixties as probably does Brian Barrit and that what we’re positing is a Blakean nouveau ‘coincidence of contrarieties’ which may be possible through excess. This is not however a prescription for everyone. It is in fact quite elitist. You have to do your homework, children. It was not too difficult for the likes of Sinclair since his public school background drilled into him the need for discipline in life. To go into specifics regarding the Home text, it is clear that once more, as with the Whitehead novel ‘Pulp Election’, ‘Tainted Love’ synchronizes with ‘ The Po-Mo Blues Prophecy'. What stands out for me is that there is a 20,000 word interlude in it which recalls R.D. Laing, that Chalk Farm existential psychiatrist. In Charlie’s novel there is a 20,000 word interlude (chap.7) which is a spoof M.A. dissertation which stands in place of the one that he never wrote at the UCE since he was thrown off the course basically for being drunk on the premises. It represents a movement from existentialism through and beyond postmodern uncertainty. He did pass the first stage of the course dealing with capability to do research although he never bothered to pick up the certificate. His 20,000 word interlude is fully annotated and was the part most enjoyed by Zappaphile Ben Watson when he read it. Further to that the multidisciplinary juxtapositioning of philosophy and aspects of popular culture is strongly isomorphic with the Stewart Home project. In fact it recalls one of Sinclair’s favourite catch phrases deriving from Rupert Sheldrake;’ morphic resonance’. Either it is all coincidence or Stewart was influenced into writing it by the Mitton project (not beyond the realms of possibilty since both Sinclair and Watson have copies). Sinclair has said at a personal level that the PoMoBP has good ideas and is funny. It’s a joke that’s not a joke and that is one of it’s po-mo elements. Then we come to the question of the adopted son. Brian Catling who is essential to’ The Birmingham Triangle’ was adopted. So was Mitton and so was Stewart Home. Is this a strange kind of burden which gives to a person a special mystical impulse because it becomes a central plank in three separately produced works. Judging by his film 'Asylum'Sinclair sees such a thing in twins. In ‘ The Cardinal and the Corpse’( which is where it all started in a textual sense) one of the characters says that ‘the dead are all around us’. The ‘John Millom’ cipher in ‘Downriver’ has communication from the dead. We have at the end of the day only kicked literary production into the fifth dimension. Rationalists , mechanicists and their capitalist running dogs will be no more able to understand it and recuperate it than they can the faster than computer responses of the autistic Kim Peek who it was said on the telly is capable of a deep associationism. Is this not what lies at the heart of Sinclair’s 'sulphurous prose' and verbless sentences and if a geometry arises with another text that corresponds at so many points then the scientists must admit the presence of something quite perculiar. Perhaps even more than the quantum mechanics at a macroscopic level that Robert Anton Wilson has suggested with his ‘cosmic trigger’.
m8e Rank: Ozzy	Ronnie Laing replied on: 3/4/2006 12:06:35 AM Just to deviate from his master's voice on a point of information for a second - the "Chalk Farm existential psychiatrist," as you call him, actually lived on Willow Road in Hampstead, just a few doors away from Rupert Sheldrake and his overtone-chanting wife Jill. Willow Road is also famous for the 1930's Modernist house at No2, designed by Erno Goldfinger. A kind of intellectual Stella Street. Fritjof Capra of "Tao of Physics" fame gives a nice description of visiting Laing at his Hampstead home in his book "Uncommon Wisdom." Arriving there in the morning, Ronnie takes him out for breakfast and ends up getting him pissed (in the English sense) - or as Capra puts it: "What actually happened was that Laing, at this first meeting, put me in an altered state of consciousness, skillfully blending our discussions of these experiences with actual experience. In doing so, he helped me to understand that my question 'What is the essence of psychotherapy?' did not have the clear answer I had expected." One of the better excuses for getting wrecked. BTW, Terence McKenna used to stay at Sheldrake's house when he was in London, and I remember once drunkenly asking Sheldrake if I could crash there too. Of course he very politely said no. I mean I could have been some kind of nutter for all he knew.
Derradah Rank: Toyah This message was updated on 3/4/2006 6:06:25 AM by Derradah	Ronnie Laing replied on: 3/4/2006 6:02:07 AM quote: Just to deviate from his master's voice on a point of information for a second - the "Chalk Farm existential psychiatrist," as you call him, actually lived on Willow Road in Hampstead, just a few doors away from Rupert Sheldrake and his overtone-chanting wife Jill. Willow Road is also famous for the 1930's Modernist house at No2, designed by Erno Goldfinger. A kind of intellectual Stella Street. Fritjof Capra of "Tao of Physics" fame gives a nice description of visiting Laing at his Hampstead home in his book "Uncommon Wisdom." Arriving there in the morning, Ronnie takes him out for breakfast and ends up getting him pissed (in the English sense) - or as Capra puts it: "What actually happened was that Laing, at this first meeting, put me in an altered state of consciousness, skillfully blending our discussions of these experiences with actual experience. In doing so, he helped me to understand that my question 'What is the essence of psychotherapy?' did not have the clear answer I had expected." One of the better excuses for getting wrecked. BTW, Terence McKenna used to stay at Sheldrake's house when he was in London, and I remember once drunkenly asking Sheldrake if I could crash there too. Of course he very politely said no. I mean I could have been some kind of nutter for all he knew. First of all there are no masters and slaves around here except those who are slaves to gossip. My last posting contained many challenging, outrageous and even deranged notions which I am still waiting for a reply to. Perhaps you could try writing your replies down first before you type them in. Again you obviously ‘know’ and have met the people you speak of. I have to say that I don’t. Erno Goldfinger does however sound Jewish. As for Hampstead, Chalk Farm, Belsize Park, Highgate, Hornsey. Crouch End. What’s the Difference? As Jack Derrida would say. It’s not surprising that Ronnie Laing got Capra pissed since he was, after all, an existential psychiatrist. It was a very good manoevre. Chaz has been doing it for forty years. He also knows that Laing surfaced within that post-war intellectual zeitgeist where existentialism was the counter force to the intellectual and social greyness that prevailed. Existentialists, of course, were not afraid to get pissed. Sartre, I seem to recall though, like so many at the time, took speed to alter his consciousness and it is said wrote ‘ The Dialectics of Reason’ under the influence of 'leapers'(a word I've learnt from 'Tainted Love'). He did not take well to the hallucinatory mescalin however which resulted in an amplified neurosis. Also , through one of his characters, Stewart Home points out that two of our favourite English authors, De Quincey and Coleridge, would write under the influence of opiates; not heroin but laudanum which is very similar to the cough mixture which was so popular amongst the oddballs doing the rounds in the sixties. You probably wouldn’t remember it. And then of course Ben Watson, who you also have succeeded in upsetting, has said how he prefers Baudelaire to Rimbaud and Baudelaire’s predelicton for opium is well known. You should try and be consistent and stop deconstructing yourself. You talk of ‘getting pissed’ which you obviously seem to need to do but the tradition to which you are attaching yourself abhorred alcohol as much as heroin. In fact it is well known, as again Home points out in ‘ Tainted Love’, if you keep a clean needle and a consistently quality supply, 'H' is less dangerous than alcohol, since it does not directly affect the liver. It is, of course though, highly addictive. You have previously mentioned Leary who at least liked to put his name to his beliefs, therefore risking his career and his freedom for his ideas, but who was very irresponsible in advocating such a mindbending substance for general usage. Luckily the manufacture of L.S.D. requires not only a skilled chemist but also the procurement of the ergot which gives it its psychoactive properties. This is not really worthwhile to the present day gangster/dealer who might just as well knock up some designer shit that will cause hallucinations and tell the average raver that it is L.S.D. In the Age of the Floating Signifier things are not always what people say they are ( that phrase was of course stolen by Iain Sinclair and regurgitated in ‘Landor’s Tower’ - Chaz has never received any credit for the original coining). Pity Sheldrake wouldn’t let you crash at his pad but it‘s kind of justice when you buy people drinks all night for their company and then when they need somewhere to stay or the price of a taxi home, you resort to violence. Try reading ‘Tainted Love’ and then make some postings that don’t refer to your psychedelic celebrities.
Barriminge Rank: Jasper	The price of Excess replied on: 3/4/2006 9:15:12 PM Charlie tells me that he was in town today and missed his bus home by about three seconds. He had to wait another twenty minutes. He drifted around for a while when he spotted someone. It was the guitar player with Pete Hyde who he saw at the P.O.W. the other week when he had that numinous experience concerning a Nick Lowe song, Madeleine Peyroux and death. He discovered that his name was Maz Mitrenko and that he is ex Trevor Burton but more than that his father was was Polish like Chaz’s. His half-Polishness doubled the numinosity and he realized why he had missed the bus. The strange appearance of the voice that said ‘Peru’ explained itself. Maz’s father had died late last year. Then this evening he was watching a replay of the series ‘Coast ‘ on UKTV History. Earlier in the day he had been perusing some back copies of Stewart Home’s Neoist Alliance newsletter, ‘Re:Action’ which had alerted adherents to a meeting at Orford Ness on Monday 13th October 1997 at 6.30 a.m. for a psychic rally. Chaz reflected that he did not know where Orford Ness was exactly. Then this evening on ‘ Coast’ all was explained. Apart from being the largest expanse of vegetated shingle in Britain’ It was a place of great military importance. It was where research into radar took place and atomic testing happened. A few buildings remaining are the only evidential remains. Today must have been therefore a very important day. Information appears out of the aether. Sinclair was right that Mitty reads numinous resonances in B’ham.
Barriminge Rank: Jasper This message was updated on 3/7/2006 10:57:32 AM by Barriminge	The price of Excess replied on: 3/4/2006 9:20:04 PM Orford Ness is a unique place. On the coast of Suffolk in Eastern England, it is a ten mile long vegetated shingle spit, with an area of marsh and also lagoons and waterways. Since before the first world war there has been a military presence, and secret testing facilities have been present for most of this time. Due to the usual British love of secrecy and the remote location along with the strange nature of some of the experimental procedures undertaken here, many legends have grown up about this place. I will try to unravel some of them and and with that in mind this page will change as information becomes available. Much of what went on at Orford Ness is still secret! Before and during WW2, radar was developed here. The original test to see if a plane could be detected in the air had told "the boffins" that it was possible (Daventry 26th February 1935) and it was eventually decided to pursue the detection of aircraft and other vehicles and ships by radio reflections at Bawdsey Manor and Orford Ness, both on the same stretch of Suffolk coast. The results are history, but it was highly secret then, just before WW2. Almost nothing now remains of their efforts apart from a few buildings where some experiments took place, but these are just ordinary looking structures. Never the less, these buildings and a few mast bases are survivors of the first radar development. Only after some experimental trials here did development move to Bawdsey. More practical tests were carried out here on munitions and their effects. Huge amounts of development work on bombs, from WW1 to the nuclear age was undertaken here. The ballistic shape of bombs was decided by drop tests done here. From apple sized WW1 bombs to the huge 22,000 pound Grand Slam bomb. What remains from this era is a legacy of unexploded ordinance and a very few buildings, like this one, the bomb ballistics building from where drop tests were monitored.
m8e Rank: Ozzy	Ronnie Laing replied on: 3/5/2006 2:06:46 AM quote: quote: Just to deviate from his master's voice on a point of information for a second - the "Chalk Farm existential psychiatrist," as you call him, actually lived on Willow Road in Hampstead, just a few doors away from Rupert Sheldrake and his overtone-chanting wife Jill. Willow Road is also famous for the 1930's Modernist house at No2, designed by Erno Goldfinger. A kind of intellectual Stella Street. Fritjof Capra of "Tao of Physics" fame gives a nice description of visiting Laing at his Hampstead home in his book "Uncommon Wisdom." Arriving there in the morning, Ronnie takes him out for breakfast and ends up getting him pissed (in the English sense) - or as Capra puts it: "What actually happened was that Laing, at this first meeting, put me in an altered state of consciousness, skillfully blending our discussions of these experiences with actual experience. In doing so, he helped me to understand that my question 'What is the essence of psychotherapy?' did not have the clear answer I had expected." One of the better excuses for getting wrecked. BTW, Terence McKenna used to stay at Sheldrake's house when he was in London, and I remember once drunkenly asking Sheldrake if I could crash there too. Of course he very politely said no. I mean I could have been some kind of nutter for all he knew. First of all there are no masters and slaves around here except those who are slaves to gossip. My last posting contained many challenging, outrageous and even deranged notions which I am still waiting for a reply to. Perhaps you could try writing your replies down first before you type them in. Challenging you say? Yes, your posts are certainly challenging - the challenge being to read to the end of them without losing the will to live. Writing in exactly the same pompous ass manner as you talk, you seem to imagine that a mess of weak correspondencies and vague analogies somehow constitutes a coherent arguement, and then get the hump when I don't reply to it. The truth of the matter, however, is not so much that I find your arguments unsound, but that I can see no argument at all. In short, there's nothing of any substance to reply to. And then of course when I try to jolly things up with a bit of gossip or the odd rhizome, you turn all tetchy and resort to personal remarks about me buying drinks for peoples' company. Well you certainly don't have to worry about me ever buying drinks for your tedious company, that's for goddamn sure.
Derradah Rank: Toyah This message was updated on 3/5/2006 3:35:22 AM by Derradah	Ronnie Laing replied on: 3/5/2006 3:32:24 AM quote: 'First of all there are no masters and slaves around here except those who are slaves to gossip. My last posting contained many challenging, outrageous and even deranged notions which I am still waiting for a reply to. Perhaps you could try writing your replies down first before you type them in.' Challenging you say? Yes, your posts are certainly challenging - the challenge being to read to the end of them without losing the will to live. Writing in exactly the same pompous ass manner as you talk, you seem to imagine that a mess of weak correspondencies and vague analogies somehow constitutes a coherent arguement, and then get the hump when I don't reply to it. The truth of the matter, however, is not so much that I find your arguments unsound, but that I can see no argument at all. In short, there's nothing of any substance to reply to. And then of course when I try to jolly things up with a bit of gossip or the odd rhizome, you turn all tetchy and resort to personal remarks about me buying drinks for peoples' company. Well you certainly don't have to worry about me ever buying drinks for your tedious company, that's for goddamn sure. The idea about you buying drinks for company was not my idea but that of a local poet and chapbook creator who made a point of putting the notion into print.You continue to buy him and his family drinks. At this point you however are fiction until you put your name to your posting. Can't you see that? What matters is the 'feuding as performance art' being thrown up. On my part the argument may lack substance but life is full of things like that. Anyway there has been plenty for you to reply to. You have simply been stopped dead in your tracks by what you conceive of as personal remarks when there are no people here. Just voices in cyberspace where arguments have no substance. It is your job to give them substance instead of labouring your myth of independent existence.
H.J.	Ronnie Laing replied on: 3/5/2006 7:45:34 AM I think m8e should change his user name and become somebody else. All this is quite interesting and not pompous. he should stop being personal.
Barriminge Rank: Jasper This message was updated on 3/7/2006 10:32:44 AM by Barriminge	Synchronicity or Not replied on: 3/6/2006 10:04:08 AM quote: Just to deviate from his master's voice on a point of information for a second ........... Challenging you say? Yes, your posts are certainly challenging - the challenge being to read to the end of them without losing the will to live. Writing in exactly the same pompous ass manner as you talk, you seem to imagine that a mess of weak correspondencies and vague analogies somehow constitutes a coherent arguement, and then get the hump when I don't reply to it. The truth of the matter, however, is not so much that I find your arguments unsound, but that I can see no argument at all. In short, there's nothing of any substance to reply to. By a strange coincidence,Charlie tells me that in the last 24 hours he picked up a copy of the French erotic classic, ‘ The Story of O’, amongst the many books scattered around his spare room. He decided that he would give it to his Aston girlfriend Meryl who was at primary school with John ‘Ozzy’ Osborne. He thought no more about it until, lo and behold, mention of it came up in Stewart Home’s ‘Tainted Love’. As I’ve said Home’s book concerns his status as adopted son. His mother ,who is the first person narrator in the book died in 1979, so did Charlie’s. Minor Synchromesh. If Matey had read the texts in question however he would have come across something altogether more mysterious. In his novel the ‘Pomo Blues Prophecy’, Chaz refers to Matey as ‘The Hump’. He found that in ‘Tainted Love’, Home introduces us to a character called Humphrey Anderson who is a sycophantic nerd who wishes to ingratiate himself with the famous author and junkie, Alex Trocchi. The earnest young man is known as ‘The Hump’. This is either a direct reference to Mitty’s literary recreation of Matey or just an incredible coincidence. They try to trick ‘The Hump’ into trying heroin but the narrator ( Lloyd/Stewart’s mother, Jilly) attempts to divert this. Strangely enough though, Mitton describes ‘The Hump’ as his ‘intellectual ears to the ground’ – his assistant in real terms. ‘The Hump’ in ‘Tainted Love’ is the literary assistant to Alexander Trocchi, obviously an East European descendant whose grand father, the Hump asks, may have been elected ‘pope’. Trocchi is of course both a junkie and a pompous ass who holds the following relationship with 'The Hump': “ As I’ve already made clear, this is a purely honorary role, and all that is actually required of the person that holds it is that they continually flatter their master.” ( Tainted Love. P.227)
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