do you remember the first time?

“later, it’s time to take in the eye-mind-and-ear-warping glory of Indian Jewelry. They are, not to put too fine a point on it, an act who require your indulgence and patience. The 30-minute set contains only three songs, the last of which threatens to be endless. Not everyone is hypnotised by the unrelenting, Skull Island beat and many depart bewildered; watching this five-piece concentrating hard on creating a thumping, screeching soundscape with added vocal ranting obviously isn’t for everyone. I thought they were great.”  Johnnie Craig, State. (Ireland), 2008

 

still is still moving to me

FP ET FU

FP MS

TK FP

ET AND ET

 

“The story is told of an Irishman who appeared on Mastermind and took as his special subject modern Irish history. Who was the first female President of Ireland? he is asked. ‘Pass,’ he replies instantly. Which neighbouring island once had sovereignty over the whole country? ‘Pass,’ he responds unhesitatingly. Which crop failed in the Great Famine? ‘Pass,’ flashes back the contestant. The embarrassment in the studio is growing palpable when an Irish voice shouts out from the audience: ‘That’s right, Mick – tell the bastards nothing!’’” –Terry Eagleton

The results are in!

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MOST OF ALL, be sure to read a copy of our free e-book “Spring Promo E-Book.” It is available here.  Again, it is free.

We refer you to the blogs, who say:

“The  challenge of modernity is to live without illusions and without becoming  disillusioned.”

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“Pessimism of the spirit; optimism of the will.”  Antonio  Gramsci

Or, referring to the utter gorgeousness every morning brings:

“SPEAK TRUTH TO POWER.”

 

love
IJ

PEEL IT (you beats)

Further Notes Regarding Peel It
text by Jon Lindsey

Peel another 40-hour-workweek off the stack gyrating in your hands. Strip it from the wad and make it drizzle on the sign twirler at the live-nude intersection -  “We Buy Gold, We Sell Gold” the sign reads.

Peel the gold leaf off the holy headpiece, off the Temple Mount, off the Dome Rock. Lotto jackpots get shared.

Peel the radial Goodyear’s off pop’s Ford Exploder glazing doughnuts into every Texas lawn, sister. Peel the sod away, the drought sucks like a dry hump with two backs, brother.

Peel the rind and sniff the bidden fruit of the durian’s porky junta, Orwell’s elephant in must at the Naypyidaw mall, the combat drone’s ripe banana peel fells its jockey’s Empire. Mass graves get lonely too.

Peel it, peel loose the lacy white somethings from the prostrate body of our last vestal night. Dawn, dawns and we’re adrift.

Peel back the canvas and fiberglass of this delaminating truth, the objective of the life raft.  Know that even as we slip from that yacht, from our former life, beneath the weeping swells,away from Jean’s outstretched arm. Oh, Jean! Jean slips away from us too. As the shark’s fangs caress us they are also caressed by us. See that this painting is itself a representation, an interpretation, and see forever .

Jon Lindsey, esq, for IJ, ftw.