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'“They’re Usually Indifferent To Overcome”: An Aesthetic Statement on the Novel. (A Series of Image Scenes Tumbling Apart)' @ Squack Back + 'Lupara Sound System with Shane Jesse Christmass - January 18th, 2012'...

2012-01-26T14:31:00.001+11:00

“They’re Usually Indifferent To Overcome”: An Aesthetic Statement on the Novel. (A Series of Image Scenes Tumbling Apart) - by Shane Jesse Christmass. FULL ESSAY HERE.

"The applicability, the suitability of writing, that is to say, the special quality in the essence of technology, free of the constraints affecting ‘industry’ jobs, and me carrying capitalist objects, is collected from commercial exhibitions. On Earth, what we achieve is determined, in large part, by what we seemingly step upon. For our work to be published, that opportunity enters, and then can pass without insight. I can neither describe the object using a traditional entry form, even if that entry form has great power, hence the need for variations on the created work. A novel is music, music is a novel, the novel is cinema, etc. New media should have an industrial flavour, never submitting to the author’s personality. We own phrases, transparent, and incandescent forms. I am here on the screen, tap it, you can move me, and if you do tap it I will eventually converge, constantly engage, telepathically like a written story, clarifying the anti-plot in quasi real-time. Jules Verne and Leonardo Da Vinci predicted and drew possibilities of extension, inventions without form or borders, endless mind structures, and just because they were unachievable during their lifetime, it doesn’t mean that similar constructs during ours should be dismissed as unachievable. There is no outside the writer - in any author fictions, and I often respond that only in totality, in writing, can we spy in the outer world. Anyone who drives and dribbles within creativity, should have no assertions of personal value, nor of grabbing an audience, the only thing is to contribute to the space of possible visualizations, however these written contributions must be “scanned” or articulated via publishing. We require digital multimedia as much as we need grubby marks on paper, both are extremely valuable. Language, if stories are to be believed, are often suggested branches of beauty, beauty that will make its way to you through directed thinking, a necessary telepathic tool to be placed upon all personality types..."

'A Goddamned Riot' @ Squawk Back + 'Lupara Sound System on Radio Valerie - Episode #3 (January 4th 2011)'...

2012-01-19T12:50:00.004+11:00

A Goddamned Riot - by Shane Jesse Christmass. FULL STORY HERE.

"Sheinberg getting all her National Socialist/Skinhead-type tattoos removed. Some other guy getting an washing machine symbol taken off via laser. Some other guy asking about getting a Suduko put on his thigh as new work. What a bunch of arseholes! They want to build up or burrow underground, they got some problem with being street level. They continue whispering to the microphones until eyes slip shut at the same moment as mine. My poor eyesight, away from the door, Sheinberg wearing and lie upon the blanket in flat y-fronts, just unpegged from the line. The taxi driver disappears. Sheinberg is locked in here, inside the cupboard, with these faecal things. Pretty girls begin begging. Sheinberg is one of them. She pleads almost, to the ribs ripped off her. “Lies!” the crowd bellows. All garlic and pepper lime, bad breath dipping from their mouths. Suddenly a shivaree, a newlywed couple, neighbours with pots and pans, relentless banging. One terrified nurse assisting the surgery states something that Sheinberg says in code.

The subject asks, "We are you. We captives are afraid and are either dead in high concentrations.” This was before closed dysfunction. They were all terminally ill. A civic disorder. I just smiled at the tattooist..."

Lupara Sound System with Shane Jesse Christmass - Episode #3 (January 4th 2011) by Radio Valerie on Mixcloud

'Lest of an X-Ray' (SJX) @ Horror Sleeze Trash...

2012-01-15T13:03:00.002+11:00

Brand new story up @ HORROR SLEEZE TRASH.

EXCERPT:

"Now we both know poop, but we wouldn’t be all judge as to drink it. The ceiling fan, the house cat. The hotel had sent a driver to collect me. I knocked back a Pastis before I boarded. The aeroplane flight, in my direction, as if to say, yet, and if it had, it was keeping their eye on me. This previous sentence is paranoia. The handgun would spoil the occasion with a hollow point. The aeroplane jettisoned, came out of the sky, hard, upon something that seemed like a landing-pier. In my new hotel, I had one hand over my right eye, squinting at some sort of mini-hot water system. I stank like a white man, all Anglo.

“Who are those people?” I asked my driver.

“What, they’re the police. These imbeciles!” he snorted.

I wasn’t sure if he was referring to the police or to whom they were beating up. Old garments that the Police Chiefs daughters liked to wear tumbled in the drains...."

FULL TEXT HERE.

Lupara Sound System with Shane Jesse Christmass - Episode #2 (December 21st 2011)

2012-01-04T20:52:00.000+11:00

Lupara Sound System on Radio Valerie (www.radiovalerie.org)

DIY and freeform internet radio

Lupara Sound presents wolf-shot sounds and musical ephemera.

Fortnightly / Wednesday / 10pm to Midnight.

Lupara Sound System with Shane Jesse Christmass - Episode #2 (December 21st 2011) by Radio Valerie on Mixcloud

"A New Archaeology?" @ Verity La.

2012-01-04T09:17:00.000+11:00

So Alec Patric asked the question, and then invited several writers to respond.

Thus I did (perhaps swinging between tongue-in-cheek or deadly seriousness):

"When one reduces down the debate to what it’s really about, then one can’t help but become uninterested and realise that none of this is important. Imagine what aliens would think if they came here in their spacecraft and found us all raging about E-Readers. However, taking that into account, a bunch of toffs raging about new technology probably wouldn’t be high on the list of reasons that would make them turn around and take flight. You can see the absurdity of all this eternal guff. It’s the dog-chasing-it’s-own-tail conundrum. It’s a fallacy, this isn’t an issue to anyone except rich people wanting to get richer..."

You can read my full response, plus those of the other authors over at VERITY LA.

Legacy Diagnosis Rediscovery / Ritual In Transfigured Time.

2011-12-28T13:42:00.000+11:00

Visuals by Maya Deren (1946).
Music by Mattress Grave (2011).

Permutated by Shane Jesse Chistmass (2011)

Lupara Sound System with Shane Jesse Christmass - Episode #1 (December 7th 2011)

2011-12-21T19:16:00.000+11:00

Lupara Sound System on Radio Valerie (www.radiovalerie.org)

DIY and freeform internet radio

Lupara Sound presents wolf-shot sounds and musical ephemera.

Fortnightly / Wednesday / 10pm to Midnight.

Lupara Sound System with Shane Jesse Christmass - Episode #1 (December 7th 2011) by Radio Valerie on Mixcloud

Excerpt: 'Myopic Acid' by Shane Jesse Christmass + 'Her Forearms As A Phantom' by Mattress Grave.

2011-12-19T09:39:00.000+11:00

'Check The Swamp' - an excerpt from my novel 'Myopic Acid' was published by the Berfrois Journal.

They previously published another of one of my stories, 'Castrato Hidden on the Sewer Ditch Drags'.

It's a great journal based out of Camden, London, go have a look as it's full of great stuff like this & this & this.

Here's a taster, but the whole thing can be read at Berfrois:

"Frances’ face tells the story with her hands, just you know where.

“There’s a lot of water between those planets.” She tells me.

Down the short companion way, slowly across the street, my bringing starts to move from the seat towards where Frances works, but in the meantime, I move from my eyeball into my body, and then look down into the coffee table. Chester jumbles up, makes up, asks is it an implant, put here to be this fellow, to contained those, to paint the kitchen with a sense of charm. I slide open the hospital door. It’s extremely difficult to believe. Frances moves past me, turns and for the reckoning of somewhere, to get her out of the room, her eyes smile. Holding up Lowne over the wall, half on one, kind of not at all. If we believe the idea of an oncoming apocalypse, why then, running out faster than an avalanche, forth by my own god, do they keep bringing me back to the hospital? Turns out that Frances has been saving a stash of Thenailomen. The hospital owner walks out of the bathroom. He spreads himself on the chaise. The afternoon has rolled around. I’m sitting at the seaside, looking out towards the train station. I watch Frances. Lowne sits up, wiping up and cleaning the kitchen area, all bared teeth. I stand a moment with him.

“The acid could be stored in even larger amounts on her.” Lowne tells me.

People are walking up and down (very slowly). Room is dark..."

'Khmer' @ Haggard & Halloo + 'Coldcut Meets The Orb' A New Years Eve Mix from 1991.

2011-12-12T13:29:00.004+11:00

Short Story up @ Haggard & Halloo.

Go read it here.

Excerpt here:

"Out of the car park. The car even got a special bullet. Which is much-cubed eye down the south end of the town. Hath given up into the hand of tourist-watchers, a big fuss, free-for-all, a furore. Sky like it was midday.
The plane such a ruckus, just a quiet meal of ex-pats, a pandemonium of touts

In addition, that the place – Imperialists EVERYWHERE!

“You don’t know much about it?”

“I know the other day in Denver I was in a suburban McDonalds’ car park.”"

++++++++++

+ this Coldcut / The Orb mix from New Year's Eve in 1991:

Coldcut Meets The Orb by boingbumchak

'The Novel As Synthetic Telepathy' in 'Death of a Scenster ISSUE 3: SPACE'.

2011-11-21T15:40:00.000+11:00

"It is without doubt that the novelist’s next frontier should be a technological-implemented telepathy that promises both the novelist and the reader to create a new market whereby the audience has a new consciousness-looking which is of flesh-and-blood humanity.

They’ll try to state that if the novelist embraces synthetic telepathy that they are now demon-possessed, heading for an unknown and horrible destination, an underground well of torture, insane and star-like structures that bleed average and that invade people’s orifices.

The novel as synthetic telepathy will generate the vast majority of the populace to become higher physical beings, without the dreamy dilemmas that face the literature crowd now.

There will be no more persistence with physical interaction as a consequence.

Imagine so! ; The next, the new denizens using the new scrying-technologies destroying the old hoary literary arguments..."

FIRST PUBLISHED IN Death of a Scenster Issue 3.

Lupara Sound System on Radio Valerie (www.radiovalerie.org) - 7th of December 2011.

2011-10-25T10:56:00.002+11:00

Lupara Sound System on Radio Valerie (www.radiovalerie.org) - DIY and freeform internet radio - Lupara Sound presents wolf-shot sounds and musical ephemera. - Fortnightly / Wednesday / 10pm to Midnight. - Commencing 7th of December....

"Castrato Hidden on the Sewer Ditch Drags" (SJX) + "Abhuman Genome" (Mattress Grave) + "La Coquille et le Clergyman" (1926, Germaine Dulac)

2011-09-13T17:49:00.000+10:00

Hi,

Got a new short story up at Berfrois.

A journal situated in Camden, London.

They describe themselves as being, "intellectual jousting in the republic of letters".

Here's an excerpt:

"The boys at solitude. Summer meadows into a Theme Park, no matter what its breed or colour. A Cornucopia of continual creation. The bomb, it goes off. A geyser of cosmic generosity; therefore it stirs under Betty like a giant something-or-other. Betty is eating butter cake, achieved enlightenment, lightning frames and her son pays the bill. The food’s passed round, nostalgia for unborn perfections, a different mask of language, sheer paranoia, UFO conspiracies, homophobia, the caveman and peasant commune, the Space City, a Salon Apocalypse, Secret Theatre. Betty is now a star-faring mutant, con man and free prince. I am afraid of bombs. Anthropology, the elegant laziness of hunter/gatherer society, representing the flip-side of ghoulish “health food”. The nothing hours of doled-out freedom, obscene flayed death-trip bogey nailed to the priest-kings. Rioters wearing slippers, pyjamas, within two hours they escape the body and return, systems based on inner liberation..."

Read the rest here. The story is titled, "Castrato Hidden on the Sewer Ditch Drags".

Here's some new Mattress Grave - "Abhuman Genome".

'The 'Lip Service & Gun Range' Mixtape' by Mattress Grave + 'Poème Symphonique For 100 Metronomes' By György Ligeti

2011-08-30T20:40:00.002+10:00

The ‘Lip Service & Gun Range’ Mixtape – by Mattress Grave.

TRACK LISTING.

1) Ornamental – Ata Ebtekar and the Iranian Orchestra
2) Exotique – Roland Bocquet.
3) The Afterlife (Hypnagogic Remix) – Mater Suspiria Vision.
4) Flying 10ch – NHKxy.
5) Hearts – oOoOO.
6) Birds Of Prey – Psychobuidings.
7) Don’t Leave Ur Girl Round Me – Riffs.
8) See Birds – Balam Acab.
9) Field Construction – SP-X.
10) lxC999 – White Ring.
11) Drama Cum Drama – Autre Ne Veut
12) Awamori – Cazuma.
13) I Like Acid – Benny Rodrigues.
14) Unstable Condition – John Tejada.
15) Clear The Cobwebs – Mark McGuire.
16) Gorizia – Gabrielle Mirabassi.

42 Vexations (1893) - Erik Satie - Performed By Stephane Ginsburgh (Mattress Grave Remix)

2011-08-13T15:45:00.000+10:00

"Vexations is a noted musical work by Erik Satie. Apparently conceived for keyboard (though the single page of manuscript does not specify an instrument), it consists of a short theme in the bass whose four presentations are alternatively heard unaccompanied and played with chords above. The theme and its accompanying chords are written using strikingly eccentric and impractical enharmonic notation. The piece is undated, but scholars usually assign a date around 1893 on the basis of musical and biographical evidence..."

{SUB ROSA RECORDS}

{STEPHANE GINSBURGH}

'His Peacoat And His Sunglasses' (SJX) & 'The ‘'Glitch Mob To Rave On'’ Mixtape' (Mattress Grave) - plus 12 hours of White Noise..

2011-07-16T15:45:00.001+10:00

Hey LP Peoples,

Paperblog which is the blog of Paperbag, the online literary journal outta Brooklyn, published one of my pieces last week.

The blog gives Assignments, such as to, "Create a frame/definition poem: define something without using that thing’s word," or to, "Create a thing using only these words, in whichever order you choose..."

I chose the later. It's titled, "His Peacoat And His Sunglasses".

"some carnal some clear how they died
I’d like to fire saliva upward to stop rundown
how so?
some carnal some clear scientific chewing gum in near clear balls be heard
some carnal some clear she stands in out open on the tabletop..."

CHECK IT OUT.

Also new Mattress Grave.

TRACK LISTING:

1) After Midnight – Ilija Rudman.
2) Ladywell – Joy Orbison.
3) Angstrom – Lowtec.
4) Dynamisme Integral – Henri Chopin.
5) At Least (Instra_mental Remix) – Mount Kimble.
6) Don’t Change For Me – Ramadanman.
7) Dico EP (B) – Mike Dehnert.
8) Favela – S.P.Y.
9) The Rink – Theo Parish.
10) Devon – Grimes.
11) Infamous – Doc Daneeka & Benjamin Damage.
12) Erotica – Aguaturbia.

Also here's 12 hours of White Noise:

“We Raw Muggers Haiku” by SJX. Photo by Lee Sandwith.

2011-07-06T14:58:00.002+10:00

"Internet Poetry publishes poetry as screenshots, image macros, and other internet-based forms..."

WE RAW MUGGERS HAIKU. Photo by LEE SANDWITH.

Photo by Lee Sandwith.

'SENTINEL' by SJX.

2011-07-04T11:56:00.000+10:00

SENTINEL.

this is an automat
tidally generate
end delivery stat
us not
fixate
on
delivery to the of
lowing recipients
failed
satan
@acid
.net

The 'Cogs, Clambake & Cut Rate' Mixtape (Mattress Grave)...

2011-07-03T16:40:00.000+10:00

TRACK LISTING:

1) The Veiled Lamp – Higuma.
2) Kakotopian Series #1 – Mattress Grave.
3) Tarantula – Ossie.
4) Button – Brandt Brauer Frick.
5) How We Do – Sticky Disco & Wheez-ie.
6) Footsteppin’ – Julio Bashmore.
7) I Dream – Mikkel Metal.
8) Jet – Ellen Allien & Apparat.
9) Up In My Head – Cooly G.
10) The L Word feat. Jada – Deniz Kurtel.
11) Berline (Funkineven Remix) – Darling Farah.
12) Chinese Whispers – Sei A.
13) Red Light – Fatima.
14) Transition – Wicked Messenger.
15) Invocation Of My Demon Brother – Mick Jagger.
16) Kakotopian Series #2 – Mattress Grave.

'Case Report Into Clairaudience' @ Armageddon Buffet.

2011-06-27T10:43:00.000+10:00

Hey LP People,

With pleasure I have my second story published by Armageddon Buffet - in their Pithy Fiction section.

The previous story - The Modern of Tongues can be found here and here and probably someother places as well.

'Read our latest story, "Case Report Into Clairaudience," in which Shane Jesse Christmass pictures a two-hour Apocalypse and a search for a machine that will allow one to 'become the beloved of the Earth.'

Here's an excerpt:: "It is of those sheep that we see them. Wives and sealed cities. The authors of today are in this cycle. They've showed their age. Being the age of 22, I answered 'yes' to their questions."

Follow this way: CASE REPORT INTO CLAIRAUDIENCE.

'Thenailomen Parts One to Three' (SJX) @ EWFdigital / Emerging Writer's Festival.

2011-06-02T19:11:00.004+10:00

A) The 2011 Emerging Writer's Festival accepted my proposal of a series of 'sound permutations' or 'electronic metaplasms', as part of the festival's EWFdigital program.

B) I then contacted several writers, supplied them with some permutated text, and asked them to record their voices. (Coincidentally, several of these writers have appeared at this years festival.

C) I then permutated the recordings and made following results:

"As it grows ever more complicated today, musical art seeks out combinations more dissonant, stranger, and harsher for the ear. Thus, it comes ever closer to the noise-sound." - Luigi Russolo.

“I prefer the sun, I'm fond of the night, I'm fond of my noises and of my sounds, I admire the immense complex factory of a body, I'm fond of my glances that touch, of my ears that see, of my eyes that receive.... But I do not have to have the benediction of the written idea. I do not have to have my life derived from the intelligible. I do not want to be subject to the true word which is forever misleading or lying.” – Henri Chopin.

"I enjoy inventing things out of fun. After all, life is a game, not a career." - Brion Gysin.

Thenailomen Parts One to Three.

Candace Petrik is a Melbourne writer, currently completing her first novel. Rebecca Cannon is the Doctor's next assistant. Lee Sandwith is a Melbourne-based photographer and actress with diverse experience in portraiture, event, fashion and fine art photography. She has exhibited her photographs widely and has been published in a number of publications including Broadsheet, Platform and Dot Dot Dash magazines. She also has a number professional film, television and theatre performance credits to her name and has directed music videos, theatre and film productions. Allison Browning is a writer currently living in Melbourne, dreaming of a place where well-pollinated art and culture meets red earth, wild surf and calm. When she finds this place she will be living there. Carly-Jay Metcalfe is a Brisbane based writer who is currently churning out her memoir 'chasing away salt water' and maintains a bouquet of sharpened pencils at all times. She's been published in Overland, Vignette Press' 'Death Mook', fourW and Black Rider Press. Jessica Alice is a poetess from old, grey Melbourne town. She has reviewed poetry for Cordite, performed at Overload and the Emerging Writers' Festivals, and has been published in Voiceworks and Divan. She likes love, beer, snow leopards and Patrick White. Mandy Beaumont is a poet and artist. She was featured in last years Best Australian Poems, published in lots of books, been in lots of gallery shows had lots of public art commissioned and been a guest at lots of writers festivals. She’s won a few awards and ran things like the Queensland Poetry Festival and the Brisbane Writers Festival Poetry Sprint. www.furiousverse.blogspot or www,mandybeaumont.com. Jules Christie is a Melbourne writer, most recently published in Death of a Scenester. Clementine Ford is a freelance writer, broadcaster and ne'er do well who has given up trying to avoid offending people. Like most potty mouthed urchins in attendance, she can be seen performing at the EWF's Dirty Words event. Meg Mundell writes fiction, memoir, journalism, poetry and other stuff to pay the rent. Her first novel, Black Glass, is out now. Shane Jesse Christmass is a Perth-born, Melbourne-based writer. He edits the journal Queen Vic Knives. He’s also a member of the band Mattress Grave. He firmly believes that the future of the word, the novel, will be in synthetic telepathy."

Mattress Grave @ Mix Tape Installation Opens Thursday 2nd June [Sydney]‏.

2011-06-01T12:12:00.000+10:00

Hey LP Peoples,

Mattress Grave has two tapes in this exhibition that starts tomorrow evening.

If you're in Sydney - best to check it out.

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DJ Smallcock’s MIX TAPE
an exhibition of accessible audio tape

An exhibition of individual sound works and an interactive sound installation, Mix Tape provides its visitors with tactile playback of a sculptural mass of audiotape. Sound artists from around the world were invited to submit an audiocassette and a balloon. These balloons, with their tape tied to each like a ribbon are filled with helium and released into the ceiling, leaving the tape to unspool as their cassette anchors them to the gallery floor. This forest of exposed audio-tape providing the raw material for an interactive mash up of all the works. You can play these tapes by manually running their magnetic strips across exposed playback heads mounted to play-stations situated throughout the gallery.

Devised by Lucas Abela
Play-stations constructed by Hirofumi Uchino & Lucas Abela

The work will be at Tin Sheds Gallery, from June 2nd to 23rd 2011.

Tin Sheds Gallery
154 City Rd
Chippendale NSW 2008
(02) 9351 3115

Featured Artists
1. Yan Jun, Beijing
2. GX Jupitter-Larsen, Los Angeles
3. Rod Cooper, Melbourne
4. Andy Ortmann, Chicago
5. Igor Ninu, Corsico
6. Michael Esposito & Bryan Saunders, Johnson City
7. Tim Cunningham, Katoomba
8. Navin Thomas, Bangalore
9. Wizard Bong, Sydney
10. Th W Rbl R, Toronto
11. Michael Muennich, Hamburg
12. Yoshihiro Kikuchi, Sendai
13. Vialka, Thiers
14. Geert-Jan, Berlin
15. Sudden Infant, Berlin
16. Radio Hummingbird, Lincoln
17. A.D. Machine, Melbourne
18. Phil Julian, London
19. BBBlood, London
20. Green Mist, Saskatoon
21. Andy Rantzen & Rachael Chaos, Sydney
22. Future Death Toll, Portland
23. Stalaktos, Mexico City
24. Jared Balogh, Bethlehem
25. Onno Ennoson, Vienna
26. Napalmed, Most
27. Zone Of Alienation, Thessaloniki
28. [C. T. D.], Beograd
29. Chris Abrahams, Sydney
30. David Smithaber, Prague
31. Steve Cammack, Torquay
32. Michael Minchington, Christchurch
33. Sivanesan, Sydney
34. Mikkel Rørbo, Copenhagen
35. John Hegre, Bergen
36. Oren Ambarchi, Melbourne
37. Mike Haley, Delaware
38. Michael O'Dwyer, Melbourne
39. Graham Moore, Atlanta
40. Gary Butler, Wollongong
41. Alex Mitcalfe Wilson. Wellington
42. Olle 'Oljud' Aberg, Gavle
43. Pimmon, Sydney
44. Fun, Philadelphia
45. Fun, Philadelphia
46. New Waver, Melbourne
47. Mattress Grave, Melbourne
48. Mattress Grave, Melbourne
49. Clang Quartet, Stokesdale
50. Scratch My Nose, Santiago
51. Rory Hinchey, Toronto
52. Jim Denley, Sydney
53. Terracid, Kyogle
54. 6majik9, Toowoomba
55. Sister O, Hobart
56. Skot Stikla, Melbourne
57. Martin Safar, Pardubice
58. Francisco Alvarez, Santiago De Compostela
59. Christina Harvey, Sydney
60. Lucas Abela, Sydney
61. American Cherry, Tokyo
62. Dj Urinal Cake, Sydney
63. Dave Phillips, Zurich
64. Seymour Glass, San Francisco
65. Cock ESP/ Al Qaeda, Minneapolis
66. Cock ESP/ Al Qaeda, Minneapolis
67. Agit8, Logan
68. Loop Orchestra, Sydney
69. Mould, Tokyo
70. Timisoara, Tokyo
71. Poot-A, Brisbane
72. Facialmess, Chiba
73. Naked On The Vague, Sydney
74. Alternahunk, Sydney
75. Lloyd Honeybrook, Melbourne
76. Samuel Bruce, Kurrajong
77. Samuel Bruce, Kurrajong
78. The (real) Perfect Lovers, Brisbane
79. Isomer, Flagstaff Hill
80. Teen Ax, Sydney
81. Rank Sinatra, Las Vegas
82. Fukno, Detroit
83. Loki, Thirroul
84. Yecid J Ortrga, Bogota
85. Nathaniel Brennan, North Adams
86. Twisted Subterranean Deathtrap, Adelaide
87. Vulgar Tonic, Lismore
88. Pizdets Vsemu, Adelaide
89. Plumping The Underbelly, Adelaide
90. Julian Williams, Melbourne

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The ‘Born In A System’ Mixtape – Mattress Grave.

2011-05-29T15:38:00.000+10:00

Haven't been sending much stuff off to be published, so I haven't been having stuff published, henceforth been quiet over here at LP the last few weeks.

Also - heavily into a Novel MS (so far up to 65,000, so hang in there).

BUT - been making some Mattress Grave mixes, some tapes, in the mean time.

TRACK LISTING:

1) Ganja – DVA.
2) You Always Start It – XXXY.
3) Shawty – TEETH.
4) 3rd From The Sun – Dan Curtain.
5) Soul Control – Theo Parrish.
6) Vacuum Boogie – Floating Points.
7) Vicious Circle – Snorkel.
8) Focus Inwards – ASC.
9) Godzilla – Egyptrixx.
10) Beautiful Complication – Guido.
11) Dahs Muh Hammuh – Wheez-ie.
12) The Lie – Zomby.
13) I’d Rather Be Lonely – Moodymann.
14) Up Down Up Down – Koreless.
15) (Baby I Don’t Know) What You Want – Jacques Green.

'The Old Man & His Several Generations of Absence' (SJX) & 'The Trife, Bunk & Gwap Mixtape' (Mattress Grave)...

2011-04-28T19:15:00.000+10:00

Hey LP Peoples,

One of my favourite journals, LIES/ISLE taken to publishing a story of mine for their #05 issue which had the theme of SILENCE.

I've had the opportunity to be published by them before - a story titled 'Downstairs Red Rooster: Bourke Street Mall'.

As always here's a little taste -

"His mind was just the old man more. The old man intangible, walked, knocked. One passion, the walk, the old man knocked, too babbled, it’s here - the having, the his-pit, too realised to wash. “Do out himself ; insoluble ; been coming see-through hand.” Saint Peter screamed to him. They say that certain places in the body unrest many theories ; Ellery Cain (the old man) slept a deep sleep ; his body got feedback from such a good sleep ; so that in the morning ; his nightmares were a coolly verdict about his sleep ; Ellery Cain would walk every morning, flaming out, toward the bathroom ; holding a toothbrush, watching his slippers ; the medication he was on made his eyelids flicker & last for hours in the morning ; On the other side of town I was just waking up as well ; it had been a frightful wet dream ; a limbless Jesus, all artifice, my head was still reeling from such a dream ; I got up to clean myself ; my GF was a beautiful animal that I couldn’t possible deserve ; my ill conceived lovelorn aspects had been accepted on the day of atonement ; foolishness and desire were my two mammals ; My housemate Cassius, started knocking on the front door ; I responded by pushing the sofa up against the front door ; Jesus was my favourite erotic object ; The old man put a toothbrush in his mouth ; he swallowed toothpaste like a pack wolf in a kitchen ; sleep came quickly to the old man ; he drank from his plastic cup ; he gathered up his pyjamas ; those pyjamas didn’t give him access to anywhere else ; honour doled out huge cupfuls of medication to him ; he watched the orange sun turn on its abstract ; the medication clapped out in the separation of his mouth ; he swallowed them with no idea of what they were ; he king-hit the bed with his internal fire ; “I’ll be here,” he whispered. “I’ll see you eventually.” he said dryly ; panting. “I’m not Ellery Cain!” he screamed ; In the days of speed it felt like everytime I was ingesting, I was ingesting a fixed bit of sex ; at first it felt arcane and erotic, but then denial circulated more ; & whispers came in relation to your fate ;"

but go read the whole thing here if you like...

ALSO here's a new Mattress Grave mixtape:

TRACK LISTING:

The Trife, Bunk & Gwap Mixtape by Mattress Grave.

1) The White Mountain Filled With Light – Barn Owl.
2) Lichtblick – Cio Dor.
3) Walking On Ice – Frank Bretschneider.
4) The Birds Don’t Fly This High – Lone.
5) Marechiaro – Emanuele Errante.
6) Afraid Of Monsters – Xela.
7) Iddy – Blawan.
8) This Much – XXXY.
9) Hatred Of Music 1 – Tim Hecker.
10) Mess I Made (Full Mix) – The Rotating Assembly.
11) The Wild Palms – Tape.
12) All Is Wood – Skyphone.
13) Railroad – Pariah.
14) Scar Tissue Threads Across The River – Richard Skelton.
15) Sing This All Together (See What Happens) – The Rolling Stones.

'Friendship Island' by Nicola Hardy.

2011-04-25T10:28:00.001+10:00

Hey LP Peoples,

Been meaning to post this up for awhile now, but back in 2008 my pal Nicola Hardy had an exhibition at the First Draft Gallery in Surry Hills, Sydney. The exhibition was titled The 'Let's Come Together & Feel Alright' Show.

Part of the deal was you got to meet the residents of Friendship Island - and you guessed it, I lived on island, I run a business, an ice cream shop!

Anyway, I'm a big fan of Nicola's drawings AND her writing - and recently the zine for 'Friendship Island' has resurfaced as Nicola shows off debris from the island all around the world.

Open publication - Free publishing - More vorwerkstift

Enjoy it, it's a great read - I'm on Page 16 - talking about my ice cream shop, 'Downtown Eis Haus'.

Alex White's 'Genuine Instability' EP on Avant Whatever & subsequent Mattress Grave remix.

2011-04-02T16:29:00.000+11:00

Hey LP people -

Alex White has an three track EP out called Genuine Instability.

off the Avant Whatever website - "Alex White’s Genuine Instability, a series of complex drones and hung oscillations which fold in on themselves, is the next in our series of limited edition releases..."

Anyway - I sent Alex and message, and asked if I could remix a few of his tracks ; Mattress Grave-stylee.

Grab the EP - check the originals out here.

Here's my permutations -

'Body or for Pleasure' (SJX) & 'The Facety & Samfi Man Mixtape' (Mattress Grave).

2011-03-19T10:47:00.001+11:00

Hey LP Peoples,

Got a new short piece up at Haggard & Halloo - which along with Lies / Isle and Death of a Scenester are probably my favourite lit. sites at the moment. Plus all three have been great supporters of my writing.

Like always - here's a short taster, but check the whole roll here.

"ala and then place the zucchini in a cup
with a bunch of powdered gravy
Gravox Traditional which will provide nutritional support
for your body for only 1 month
cool to a wire rack like you’re cooking a meat loaf
like you’re in the kitchen of the International Covenant on Economics
a social minute makes 24 Ingredients..."

new Mattress Grave mixtape titled - 'The Facety & Samfi Man Mixtape'.

also here's a pretty banging tune from Joy O.

'Tobacco Smokes' (SJX) & 'La Tombe Africaine De Chant Mixtape' (Mattress Grave).

2011-03-12T16:55:00.003+11:00

HEY LP Peoples....

Got a new short piece in Dispath Litareview 3.2 - check the story out here...

The story is called 'Tobacco Smokes' and as always here's a little taster.

"Word, lay mercy on Abelard Hannaford. Lift the shaken spirit and bot him a cigarette. Girth within his soul a smack of tobacco. Scar his lungs, gnaw on his life, he’s not fit for this existence anymore.

Abelard Hannaford lay in room 3C, bed 4, he was dying from lung cancer, he was 34 years old.

He was once cool, inspired, but lately his friends had endured his temperament like a past-life, like a gazelle at the point of its smile. Give Abelard cancer in the neck, under the neck, make the beast slack. Make whatever disease that will eventually kill him, kill him now. Make it sure-footed, like a she-snake, singing like a wench, coming onto his body like a whip, arching its wings..."

also a Mattress Grave mixtape:(which was done awhile ago for Jeremy Bailus and the whole of the Black Rider Crew.

and here's some Skream - because I been ripping this song madly in the last couple of days:

'Getting By As A Decoy" (SJX) & 'Siberian Cellular' (Mattress Grave).

2011-03-04T11:54:00.000+11:00

Hey LP Peoples,

Have a republication of a story from Paroxysm Press' 2007 release Croak & Grist - what was the book? a collection/anthology of my short fiction and the short fiction of Hop Dac.

The book was described at the time as being, "a psychotic collection of work from two thoroughbreds of the Paroxysm Press stable. The stories are host to paranoia, schizophrenia, illusion, delusion, mysticism, love and redemption, themes that are excruciatingly extracted, and transmitted in such an unflinching manner that they may cause a contamination in the mind..." Pretty funny stuff!

Here's the cover btw:

The Moronic Ox Literary And Cultural Journal was kind enough to republish my story Getting By As A Decoy - check it out here.

As always here's a little taster:

"Standing next to the sunglasses rack, I accidentally knock a few pairs of sunglasses onto the carpet, and when I reach down to pick them up, I notice that the dust from the sunglasses has settled on top of a high heel. There’s this mildewed air about, and as I look up, I realise it’s come from the person who owns this high heel; it’s come from the pharmacy attendant who’s standing over me. Her limbs smell bulky; they’re much more languid than mine, and she smiles, making the cracking red of her lipstick peel awake into her cheeks.

“Can I help you?” she says, but I realise she can’t, for Melbourne Central feels like a foothill. It feels like one giant sweat pore. I point to my friend Allan.

“I’m just waiting for him.” I mention to her.

My friend, Allan Dollon, is standing next the counter. He’s waiting, and I suppose I’m waiting, for his prescription to be filled. The pharmacy attendant turns around and goes back behind the counter. She’s got a pleasant little squiggle to her arse..."

new Mattress Grave as well:

also some Roots Manuva:

'Microdots in the Time of Annos Satanas' (SJX) @ Howls and Pushycats & 'Her Forearms As A Phantom' (Mattress Grave).

2011-03-01T18:21:00.000+11:00

Hey LP Peoples...

Got a new story in #2 of Howls And Pushycats.

In their own words: "Howls and Pushycats is a quarterly online blog/magazine devoted to poetry, fiction, art, photography, and video. It is hosted by Dhoktor Howl and M’sieu Pushycat..."

My short piece is enttiled 'Microdots in the Time of Annos Satanas.'

and here's the usual taster!

"Winton Dalco pressed play on the machine and the distinct outline of James Woods appeared on the screen. It was the part in the movie where Woods implores a young woman to take a hit of cocaine.
     Winton lived in a block of flats on the corner of Bulwer and Vincent Streets, just up from the Beatty Park swimming pool. It was a dismayed type of place, sandwiched between North Perth and Highgate, and nothing stood out. A real sham-infested part of the city and not much chop.
     Winton was kicked-out on the sofa bed; blanket wrapped around his legs in a sloppy way. He had his shoes off and his socks stunk. Winton could’ve picked himself up and sat in his rocker recliner next to the window, but the sofa bed was welcoming and it was a drain to have to think about all that blood trying to circulate back into his legs, let alone actually getting up and into the recliner.
     The phone rang, but he didn’t reach over and answer it until it got to the sixth ring...."

also new Mattress Grave - entitled 'Her Forearms As A Phantom'.

Here's some live Eek-A-Mouse - just because...

'The Modern of Tongues' (SJX) & 'The Sand To Do It Mixtape' (Mattress Grave).

2011-02-21T19:04:00.000+11:00

Hey LP Peoples,

Armageddon Buffet out of San Diego, is an "is an online journal of Armageddon-themed fiction, political commentary, and articles and interviews about popular culture. Although we observe them obsessively, we are not affiliated with any religion, politial party, or other organized insanity. We are, in all possible ways, Rapture Ready! Obligatory Mission Statement: "Our purpose is to wield the Word -- to oppose oppression disguised as religion, power disguised as patriotism, injustice disguised as law, and commerce disguised as art."

They just put up a short story of mine in their Pithy Fiction section. I'm a big fan, considering they publish the work of Harold Jaffe.

They described the story as such - "In our newest original fiction, "The Modern of Tongues," Oswald Kersey searches for his tongue but discovers pentecostal porn instead..."

Here's a little taster, but go check out the rest of the tongue.

"Oswald Kersey was suspicious of speaking in tongues, that glossolalia, which was quackness for the believers; he had no need for a debate between himself and the conservatives, those evangelical Christians whose approach to the Christian Scriptures required addressing the unknown in a contamination that had all the frugality of a modern street revival.
He was bored. He knew he had the most modern of tongues, but being a janitor in a high school didn't allow him to bring forth the ghost and fire too often...."

Also here's 'The Sand To Do It Mixtape' from Mattress Grave.

And here's some Schooly D.

'Thermometers & Metronomes & Riddim' (SJX) & 'Thermometers & Metronomes & Riddim' (Mattress Grave) @ The Diamond & the Thief.

2011-02-18T12:13:00.001+11:00

Hey LP Peoples....

Got a new piece of absurd whimsy / poesy up in the January edition of The Diamond & The Thief.

and let's just say, perhaps needless to say, that the editor, Jeremy Bailus, is a solid gold champion.

anyway the piece was titled - Thermometers & Metronomes & Riddim - and here's a taste....

"...beautiful all charming with sailors pitcher pin so that nice boldface
saver on my grave because one never late a ship of flesh airspace
comings and goings in the sky with crocodiles that never finish up crankcase
tortoise shell glasses magic grottoes star razor nurse him doughface
three suns only clocks thin hind legs with difficulty smearcase..."

also available for download.

Shane Jesse Christmass - Thermometers & Metronomes & Riddim from The Black Rider on Vimeo.

oh and here's some Loefah from 2004 just because.

"The ‘Same Position’ Is Our Tsarina" @ Finger Magazine (SJX) & "Declaration Non Cultus" (Mattress Grave)...

2011-02-09T20:05:00.003+11:00

Hey LP Peoples,

Great holiday in Malaysia.

Got a new short story in a new print publication out of Adelaide. Journal is called Finger Magazine set up by the writer Sean King.

You can find it littered around the usual creative haunts of Barreltown or you can subscribe.

Or you can download it online.

here's a sample:

"Larry Collis was moved by love’s glow, from productive labour with an enormous mass of men in order to enlist them, significantly re-written into a longer novel of the same name. The protagonists were aware of them.

The ash was separated far, from its bright kiss of fire. Should the choir of romantic shit known as a time machine, be an interpretation of time travel? Hands free of idleness. Another solitary, in earth’s cell. Proud silence steeps slowly...."

Also new Mattress Grave: Declaration Non Cultus.

1000 Assorted Jigsaw Pieces (SJX) & Transhumanism Arteries (Mattress Grave).

2011-01-19T18:29:00.000+11:00

Hey LP People,

Off to Malaysia tomorrow to walk around Islamic Mosques, but before then:

new short story up over at US journal Slingshot Litareview - it's the supplement review to Dispatch Litareview.

Anyway - like the story - it's called 1000 Assorted Jigsaw Pieces.

here's a little taster:

"It was ten minutes after dinner, so it was ten minutes after six. I flicked a jigsaw piece out the window as Cleo walked up to me. I noticed a gentle wind coming through the window. I was watching the world’s thoughtlessness come and encircle me. This thoughtlessness was travelling on the breeze, there were crossroads, there were streets, on most of them there were pricks who’d lost their birth certificate, credentials.

I felt ill, I looked at Cleo, her face was serious, serene, but then, while looking at her I blinked and to me, perhaps to everyone, her face became unfilled. Cleo pulled a chair from beneath the table. It was the table where I’d eaten breakfast earlier. Cleo sat down, she looked at me. I was looking at the thoughtlessness that was enfolding around the jigsaw piece.

“You know I use to own two houses.” she said."

also new Mattress Grave to listen to!

also I been listening to the reissue of Streetcleaner by Godflesh.

enjoy y'hear.

We Raw Muggers Haiku @ Kipple.

2011-01-02T14:28:00.000+11:00

Hey Lupara Peoples,

Got a new piece of writing up over at kipple, a pretty ace poetry blog run by the splendid Ashley Capes.

We Be Raw Muggers Motherfuckers!

here's a taster:

"lying bathe bridge of his
nose one of the other
patience

rapidly into an insole
fall to his
knees..."

and here's a song I been smashing over the holidays:

ELEVENELEVEN :: 32 MATTRESS GRAVE

2010-12-30T18:04:00.000+11:00

Hi Lupara Peoples,

Bit late in posting this up - given that it was Eleven Eleven's Christmas Special, but in my guise (?) as Mattress Grave I was invited to do a mix, one that I truly proud of actually, and quite chuffed and honoured to have been asked....

"Eleven Eleven is an experimental music podcast & radio show that explores sound in its various forms. Experimental, avant-garde, improvised, noise, electronic, headphone music...."

go run and check it out here - all killer Mattress Grave no filler

'Department Store' at Haggard & Halloo.

2010-12-18T13:31:00.000+11:00

Hey Lupara Peoples,

Merry Christmas - I got a new story for you over at Haggard & Halloo - a great journal out of Texas.

here's a little bit.....

"Department Store. Marius Causley noticed the Vietnamese woman bending over, crouching down on her haunches in the department store. She flicked through the underwear. It was cheap, on special, bargain basement. $3.99 for off-tanned panties. She was wearing intense suede boots that had little tassels with pom-poms on the end of the tassels. Black Lee Rider jeans. Straight leg. All stacked up. $59.95 per pair. Massive pallets of black seedless olives in 500 gram-sized tins for five bucks. “If you grab a drink from this fridge you MUST pay for it at the register straight away,” the cardboard sign stated."

Have a look around: I been really liking the story Graffiti by Eric G. Muller, as well as A Fraction of Suicide by Dwain Worrell.

and here's a clip of the Coachwhips:

'Park' by Nicola Hardy from Issue 2: BOYS

2010-12-10T15:25:00.000+11:00

Old pal Nicola Hardy has a great story called 'Park' in Death of a Scenster - which is a new 'zournal' out of Melbourne

- oh and I freakin' love them - mainly because of this,

"death of a scenester is an independent publication aiming to publish quality writing with a real voice. death of a scenester will maintain a gritty, punk, DIY underground edge but will also uphold a slicker style. Its ethos is that it would like to strike the ground squarely between a gritty grass-roots zine publication that promotes the total freedom of artistic and individual expression and Realpolitik (pragmatic, honest, controversial) type publications, which have articles and opinion pieces that refer to the generation gap, music, art, immigration, and counter-cultural activities....."

Here's a little from Nicola's story, but seriously read the whole thing.

"It was very early morning and neither of us had been to sleep yet. I had just finished work and caught a cab directly to the bar. You were there and when you saw me arrive, you were like a rabbit in the headlights; maybe I was too.

I had some drinks.

I had no idea you were interested...."

Oh and here's a Rusted Shut tune, just because:

' What You Are About To Do, Do Quickly' at Ten Sentences / amphibi.us

2010-12-02T20:23:00.000+11:00

Hi Lupara Peoples,

Shannon Peil the good editor over at amphibi.us had been putting the call out for short stories that only had ten sentences.

I submitted something, that at the time was untitled.

Upon acceptance I reread the story and came up with the title What You Are About To Do, Do Quickly.

The title, and perhaps the story, somehow relate to this, perhaps they don't....

There's some really great pieces over there. I really like Erik Gumeny's.

Here's a little sample of my piece, go here to read the rest.

"The knothole in the wall had indeed become a human-house in a four-story redbrick building in Jerusalem.

The horse-cups of coffee, the eyes closed or staring, lost in watering.

The stone had clearly been rolled back, enough done, for duty-once as contentedly at his Godly task. Christ, the hero of this tale stared at Judas."

Paddock by SJX. (Play Loud, Read Aloud)

2010-11-21T20:25:00.000+11:00

The prerequisites for this piece weren’t at all classy, the only thing I could come up with was the poem needed to be ‘Australian’ and yes, whatever that meant.

I suppose that’s in retaliation to any publication that wishes to evoke parochialism by insisting that we have some type of ‘Australian-ness’ – so I succeeded, the poem’s called Paddock.

The only other requirement was that the whole thing didn’t have to rely upon anyone or anything, just DIY it.

Also it had to be completely absurd, serious, subversive, cynical, and permutated.

It had to be as close to perfection as possible. It took weeks, slaving over the sample, the drones, and the phrase to repeat relentlessly, it all came down to a form of restrictive selection.

I wanted at the end to hate the work, to prove that all literature is code, a lofty social experiment meaning nothing.

I guess I just wanted to prove that writing is easy, anyone can do it.

The permutation needed to have intensity. I wanted it to make me sick.

“Repetition of a sound, syllable, word, phrase, line, stanza, or metrical pattern is a basic unifying device in all poetry. It may reinforce, supplement, or even substitute for meter, the other chief controlling factor in the arrangement of words into poetry. Primitive religious chants from all cultures show repetition developing into cadence and song, with parallelism and repetition still constituting, most frequently as anaphora, an important part in the sophisticated and subtle rhetoric of contemporary liturgies (e.g., the Beatitudes). Frequently also, the exact repetition of words in the same metrical pattern at regular intervals forms a refrain, which serves to set off or divide narrative into segments, as in ballads, or, in Iyric poetry, to indicate shifts or developments of emotion. Such repetitions may serve as commentary, a static point against which the rest of the poem develops, or it may be simply a pleasing sound pattern to fill out a form ("hey downe adowne"). As a unifying device, independent of conventional metrics, repetition is found extensively in free verse, where parallelism (repetition of a grammar pattern) reinforced by the recurrence of actual words and phrases governs the rhythm which helps to distinguish free verse from prose…”

So there's the 73 page document.

Open publication - Free publishing - More psychosis

And the sound recording that goes for just over an hour.

I don't know what to make of it now, but like the Devil, it's here for posperity.

I suppose I just wanted to create a piece that was extensive and limitless in meaning, but also sparse in the method & media it was created in.

Shane Jesse Christmass.

21^st November 2010.

SJX and the Silver Apples.

2010-11-15T20:12:00.000+11:00

Back in the old days, going back a decade or so now, backwhen the spirit didn’t care too much about affection, when pale drunkenness wasalways filling up before twilight, when the Internet wasn’t all cyclical,obtuse, grey, when it clothed love with the sweet poisonous passion foridentity, I fired off some questions, via email, to Simeon from the Silver Apples, and to my surprise he replied.

Further to my surprise, Jason Gross, the top chap over atPerfect Sound Forever, decided to put them up on his site.

And while my questions now come across as a hangingpsychotic pharmacist, I still have a soft spot for this interview.

Read the full text here.

'Downstairs Red Rooster: Bourke St Mall' at LIES/ISLE 04: MAZES & LABYRINTHS.

2010-09-22T11:05:00.002+10:00

Hey Lupara People,

I got a new story up at LIES/ISLE.

The theme for Issue 04 was Mazes & Labyrinths. My story is called Downstairs Red Rooster: Bourke St Mall.

The editors have a great quote from Edmond Jabes on their opening page. If you're unfamiliar with Jabes' work, go check out his poem Adam, or the Birth of Anxiety.

BTW LIES/ISLE is now accepting submissions for Issue 05. The theme is silence.

Here's what's they're all about. "Literature: Influence, Echoes, and Systems / Influence of Systems on Literature (as Echoes) LIES / ISLE is a journal dedicated to expanding the domain of experimental literature. While acknowledging that our work is influenced by the systems under which it operates, we also believe that it possesses the agency to affect change. From an editorial point of view, we contextually echo the history of the avant-garde, looking for pieces that approach their subjects through new aesthetic strategies. To this end, LIES / ISLE welcomes submissions that pay particular attention to form or the hybridization of genre, including but not limited to conceptual writing, visual fiction and poetry, and works that deal with the space between static and time-based elements--conscious experimentation that subverts the idea of the homogenized system [-- a system that underlines not only the state of contemporary literature, but also the system that undermines contemporary life in general]"

Photos from Lion Pie Laboratory.

2010-09-04T10:53:00.001+10:00

About a month ago, July the 25th to be exact, I had the pleasure of attending the inaugural ‘Lion Pie Laboratory’ at the Fraser Studios in Sydney.

Apart from the numerous creative projects presented on that day. See Deborah Sheldon, Joran A.C. Monteiro and Esther Vida, I gave the first public reading of my screenplay ‘Orderly’.

Big thanks to Angela Scundi who organised a brilliant line-up of actors to read the various parts of the screenplay.

Also another major big thanks to those actors themselves, so, THANK YOU: Khan Chittenden, Kai Tier, Gemma Pranita & Mark Pound.

Here’s a few photos from the reading:

"Shank's Mare" at Verity La.

2010-08-26T18:47:00.000+10:00

Hi Lupara People,

Got a new piece of writing over at Verity La which is part-brainchild of A.S. Patric.

It's called Shank's Mare, go on over and take a look, perhaps submit your own shit.

Also, not sure what a Shank's Mare is?

take care - SJX.

'Cards' in The Lifted Brow Seven.

2010-08-19T14:15:00.001+10:00

Hi Lupara People,

I got a new story called Cards in issue 7 of The Lifted Brow.

The Brow is described as "a biannual attack journal from Brisbane and Melbourne and edited by Ronnie Scott. We publish many types of writing, art, and music"

Go buy it, it's world-class. No seriously, I'm very passionate about this journal.

Cards on the otherhand are "one of a set or pack bearing significant numbers, symbols, or figures, used in games and in divination."

But that's not what my story is about.

take care - SJX.

'Politics of Meat' at Verity La.

2010-08-17T12:47:00.004+10:00

Hi Lupara People,

Another poem up at Verity La.

"Verity La is an on-line creative arts journal, publishing short fiction and poetry, cultural comment, photomedia, and review (literature, film and contemporary music only). As it says on the mast-head, bravery is essential in this neck of the woods, which means creative risk-taking, freedom, and – above all else – being no one but yourself."

A short little piece called Politics of Meat.

enjoy....

"A Hundred Set Apart In A Herd" at Verity La.

2010-07-27T10:45:00.000+10:00

Alec Patric has decided to set up his own little journal and he's called it Verity La.

He's gone ahead and published a poem of mine - entitled A Hundred Set Apart In A Herd.

Lots of great writers over their including Kirk A.C. Marshall and Andy Jackson.Check it out.

'The Word was Disorder' at As Long As It Takes...

2010-07-08T11:25:00.001+10:00

Hi,

As Long As It Takes is a 'magazine of sound poetry' put out by the Atlanta Poets Group

Issue 5 is out today and "includes an improvised performance by the Atlanta Poets Group, a vocal drone by Shane Jesse Christmass, a digital haunt by Andy June, an audio cut-up by gtrabbit, phonetic tapestries by Gabe Raines, a glitchy, gremlined ditty by Francis Raven, a computer-interactive piece by Hazel Smith and Roger Dean, and a chambered dub by Jasmine Tutum...."

Go check out The Word was Disorder.....

'Cold to the Point Past Death' at Red Cent Publishing.

2010-06-07T19:06:00.001+10:00

Hi Lupara People,

I had a short story up at Red Cent Publishing in the last week.

Check them out. They've also previously published poems by David Rat. David's debut novel Happy Endings is due out very shortly.

Anyway - here's a little of my story.

"Heartbeats & ions sometimes knot & then generate values. Sometimes they also generate a distinct amorous feeling. The daughter was sultry, but you couldn’t see her face. She curled her hair around her finger & and stepped toe to toe in the midday sunlight. It poured into the medicine shop. The old Laos guy then started to unpack boxes of herbs, compost, plant-like and fibrous, gnarled root materials. He was going to affect and cure your disorder. You were now a terminally-ill individual. No hope, no sound for you!"

Click here to read the whole thing.

'The More Banquets' in S.A. Griffin's 'Poetry Bomb'

2010-05-18T19:18:00.001+10:00

I got a poem titled The More Banquets in S.A. Griffins 'Poetry Bomb'.

What is the Bomb? Check it out then.

You can follow The Poetry Bomb on Facebook. The tour's nearly over, but the photo documentation is ace.

Hopefully The Poetry Bomb can go out on further poetry runs across the U.S.A.

S.A. also sent everyone who put a poem in the bomb a great lil' postcard.

Also a brilliant interview in The New Yorker.

Here was my poem:

The More Banquets.

I am nothing & I’m never in the drama’s grainy universe

nor the way either something in the hereafter

like a granulated-type streak of light

I so am submission

to the cross-words dawning here

willing to pass through & snatch you

at my fake blurb

I am lit experience

moving here

to achieve the one voice

spewed out

why are politicians round?

whilst never enjoyed

in the world now

they are ultimately railed

in character to be a christ

but the time

in which I need to write

aspects of this that hisses

is here being in fits working in a shit

ye you’re he who by the type of health

in neither which nor peace it goes further

only more

Written In Fitzroy.

11/12/2009.

The Goat & The Echoing Will + dotdotdash Issue 3: Home.

2010-04-16T10:19:00.002+10:00

Hi Lupara Peoples.

The new issue of dotdotdash is out.

The theme was 'Home' & I have a poem in there titled 'The Goat & The Echoing Will'.

You can buy it from these stores.

I got Issue 2 from Mag Nation but you can also get them from Readings.

Support it.

or

Submit to it.

Here's some scans:

Lupara Week in Review

2010-04-11T19:31:00.001+10:00

Firstly.

Why Lettrism? by Guy-Ernest Debord

Secondly.

Thirdly.

Cordite Poetry Review - I See Rollercoaster

2010-04-10T14:10:00.005+10:00

I See Rollercoaster

A Whole Field of Octaves - Mk. II

2010-03-24T22:00:00.007+11:00

A Whole Field of Octaves.

2010-03-24T08:45:00.002+11:00

"But by all this I am not deterred, for I have seen, I have heard, I have felt." - Emanuel Swedenborg.

A Whole Field of Octaves.

One.

the whole man is placed onto something called aware

the not-have enables the man presumed to now make it more difficult to prepare

difficult into the days is cutting off the outside world

to that the discovery of the thing is just as important as the communication of the

thing

despite this the neurologist becomes premature after the alarm

where such as this?

where is someone proven to be the righteous to respond to that path?

conscious is so repeated that the presence thereon is simply power

Two.

four of these octaves will be activated

when their environment and evermore the place that they’re born in

sets it upon the stars & becomes the causal experiment of them

but which four octaves?

Three.

the men!

the men who indicate with no brain

they’re just brain reflections

the synthesis of the ‘welcome back’

the responses of our own father’s name in our body

the patient!

we the patient who are very happy men

we who think thoughts that make these days full

Four.

who owns these presumed legal battles between

the righteousness & the ennoble ability of man

we touch the touchscreen

we smear the sword of the earth

Five.

weight them fashion troubles so they cannot move

them fashion troubles go whiningly over you

able shall the terrors of forth named scientists

reading questions nine days later

the brain is active in chance & eternal life

we see portable alternatives to possibility that then die

this case is physically unresponsive however

since unto seventh it does not provide

with walking through and thoughts

Six.

control today so that the evidence of tomorrow is awareness

a vegetative state test

Seven.

whether he had all begged & done

he saw & told the families confidently about her life

he answered all the questions

Eight.

concerning her hands

their thoughts

& this activation thereon of power

Written by Shane Jesse Christmass

Written in Fitzroy.

15 – 20/03/2010.

Measurements: a joint affair - My Response Post

2010-03-04T09:39:00.001+11:00

What was I doing? Fuck, I’m not sure really, I do remember I was sitting at my desk, my writing desk, working how I’d write about A.I.D.S. (no seriously A.I.D.S., I’m working on a story for David Rat, but more on that when it’s when okay).

I was keen to have a break, I was kind of stuck, stymied perhaps, but I still wanted to write. I find the best way to procrastinate from writing is to actual do some writing, tricky concept to understand that one, I mean to write something else, mainly poems.

I was finishing up on my fourth draft of a screenplay last year, about November and I started writing ‘poetry’ for the first time in about eight-ten years, turns out that in just under two months I’d knocked out some 60 ‘poems’, enough for two chapbooks, and on a whim sent them chapbooks to some publishers, but I digress, we’re talking about Measurements today.

Upon noticing that said procrastination is welting in, I usually head over to this blog and look up some blogs from “my blog list”. Usually to grab some energy from fellow writers I just happen to admire and like. “Grabbing some energy” seems to imply I’m sucking up or imposing my energy onto something, but I’ll address that later.

I had had a lot of Brion Gysin floating around in the last few days, mainly because my shifty work had some dodgy and offensive rewards program, and I had enough points to redeem, so I plonked them down on a big glossy, and yes, expensive tome of his paintings, but I’ve also been a long time believer in his doctrine that “poets don't own the words”, so if the poets don’t own the words, and no one owns the words, then I’d take them words and free them? Is that what I was doing? No, that’s high faluting, like I said, I was generally wasting time, but I liked Allison Browning's poem, so much that I wanted to make it mine? Dreary me, what horrid questions! Did I really ‘rewrite’ it, or did I just write a new poem?

dotdotdash Flies to Melbourne: a Love Story

2010-02-25T09:12:00.000+11:00

Hi Lupara Peoples,

dotdotdash - the brand new Lit. Quarterly on the block has gone national after only their 2nd edition! (which is pretty amazing stuff really & something they should all be real proud of).

You can grab a copy in Melbourne @

MAG NATION
88 Elizabeth St, Melbourne

READINGS
309 Lygon St, Carlton
112 Acland St, St Kilda
701 Glenferrie Rd, Hawthorn
185 Glenferrie Rd, Malvern
253 Bay St, Port Melbourne

FYI: I got mine @ Mag Nation, they're upstairs, toward the front of the shop & only 15 smackers.

enjoy, chow down....

'Mesh' at one-eighth vulture...

2010-02-24T08:14:00.001+11:00

Hi,
one-eighth vulture is an online journal that links and promotes writers from the UNESCO cities of literature, both our very own Melbourne and Scotland's Edinburgh.

Which is a great, great idea!

Anyway they've decided to published a very short story of mine titled Mesh.

Eddy Burger also has a story up that's titled Sensitive skin tissue.

I hope you enjoy, chow down....

'Forest' in The Black Rider Shop

2010-02-17T08:34:00.000+11:00

It took me awhile, but my recording of my poem from November 2009's 'The Diamond and the Thief' is now up on their website.

It's in The Black Rider Shop - just scroll down, it's on the right, in between Guy 'Dhyan' Traiber & Ashley Capes.

It's free! You can open it in I-Tunes - so you ca then put it on your I-Pod or I-Phone.

Anyway, I'll leave you with a little Anthony Perkins:

In Reeds @ amphibi.us

2010-02-03T18:21:00.001+11:00

Hi Lupara Peoples....

Nice way to open up the morning inbox.

The good folk over at amphibi.us have published one of my poems entitled In Reeds

go on over & have a look at their site...

chow down....

$5.00 (MK-ULTRA Mix)

2010-01-28T18:02:00.001+11:00

Okay

- one last recording & then I'll give it a rest for the week.

I like this one. I decided to fuck around with it & hence it's the MK-ULTRA Mix.

YourMic Home

This story was published
again by Paroxysm Press
in 2006
in their anthology 'Shotgun'....

Shut Down The Pick-Up

2010-01-27T15:52:00.002+11:00

Okay,

So am really enjoying doing this, recording some of my work...

Here's a story called Shut Down The Pick-Up.

It's from one of my favourite Paroxysm Press releases, 2005's 'Waste'.

Here's what Paroxysm said at the time about the book -

"If you’ve ever been wasted, out of hope, questioning life, in a void, sad, depressed, lonely, drunk, self-destructive; if you’ve ever lived a day of hardship – read this book."

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over to you - SJX...

The Exegesis and the Ill Essence

2010-01-27T14:30:00.003+11:00

Hi Guys!

Just spent the afternoon reading & recording The Exegesis and the Ill Essence

The story was published in 2007 in the Paroxysm Press release 'Croak & Grist' - which is basically an anthology of work by myself and Hop Dac.

I hope you like, gonna be doing more post ups like this in the near future.

all clear... SJX..

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Read Your Bastards - Monkey Time Blog Post

2010-01-24T18:48:00.002+11:00

Hi,

Hey just a quiet heads-up & a somewhat invite - feel free to come along to the 4^th edition of ‘Read You Bastards’ – a night of spoken literature, that, on this instance, will feature myself as one of the guest readers.

That’s right – I have been invited to read some of the newer pieces I’ve been working on.

I hope & do wish you can make it, I’m really excited about this & would love to see you there.

Also go add RYB here...

Also here's the event poster from a previous post...

All my best – SJX….

Read You Bastards IV - Monkey Time

2010-01-21T18:28:00.000+11:00

Forest on PoetrySpeaks.com

2010-01-19T18:34:00.001+11:00

Yup,

Took me awhile, but following on from Forest being featured in November's edition of The Diamond & The Thief a recording of it is now up over here

It's forest...

speak soon SJX

The Diamond & the Thief - November ‘09

2009-11-23T19:22:00.000+11:00

Hi Guys,

I received a great Monday pick-me-up & surprise earlier this morning. A poem I wrote entitled Forest was published in the November edition of The Diamond & the Thief by Black Rider Press

Here was their little blurb:

"…and now on to the November edition of our minizine, detecting as savagely as Los Detectives Salvajes.

In this issue Nick Santos-Pedro inhales, Ashley Capes identifies, Shane Jesse Christmass envisages, and Lily Chan brings it all back home with an extract from her 2010 Peter Blazey Fellowship awarded memoir-in-progress: Toyo.

Look homeward, angels!"

Anyway here's the link to mine and all the pieces

enjoy...!

Remaking The Image Of This World.

2009-11-12T19:05:00.001+11:00

Hi.

I was having a email back-&-forth with Eric Dando the other night about literary lawyers and whatnot, anyway the conversation got around to if I had every needed one, actually it was agents, and we then ended up at lawyers.

I mentioned that the only time I thought about approaching literary agents might've been in 2006 when I wrote Remaking The Image Of The World and it came runner-up in The Age Short Story Competition.

Then, after the conversation ended, it also occurred to me I didn't know if the story was online anywhere. I'm getting better, I mean if someone wants to read something, they'll eventually track something down.

I do remember that the story was subsequently published in Croak & Grist, but that was an unexpurgated version (the competition has a word limit and the story was fairly robust in its original form). So I thought I'd link to it.

Ghostly Work.

2009-11-01T11:18:00.007+11:00

Around 1996 when I was in a poorly way, (we’ve all been in the state, and if you haven’t I’ve been there before you) I took to reading Evelyn Underhill’s 1911 book Mysticism: A Study in Nature and Development of Spiritual Consciousness.

I didn’t, at the time, know the book by that title. The copy I had was just titled Mysticism, and it looked cheap, both the jacket and, my assumption that there was jokey, hippy bullshit inside. However the pages within weren’t anything so offhand, it was a study, an engrossing work, that to this day is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to wrap my tiny mind around. I wanted to understand something about myself and this book called forth.

Why am I mentioning this? Well because of the term ‘ghostly work’ and what some people see, perhaps, as a ‘duty to write’. By ‘duty to write’ I mean to commit everything to the page at that given moment. Also at this time I took to removing everything I had ever learnt, perhaps de-evolution, or to use a more tyrannical expression, re-educating my head so that only the things I needed to know, would be the things in my mind. An uncluttered brain would be handy heading into a rock-strewn and uncertain future.

Why did Underhill’s writing on ‘ghostly work’ appeal to me? I guess I need to explain what I think her idea of ‘ghostly work’ is. ‘Ghostly work’ has something to do with the gulf between the Church and the actual God, or perhaps let’s just say, the idea of a God. In essence if you’ve found God, you can dispense with the Church, what’s the point, you have direct communication with God, with nature, with everything? You now know what’s beyond pithy human knowledge. Wouldn’t that be great! Although you might come across as a tad conceited, but what’s a little bit of self-importance between people anyway?

So what’s 1996 got to do with anything? Well it was the fag end of the 90s for a start. I was exerting a lot of mental energy sitting in a chair, looking at the sun, dreaming of Spanish Saints, some great Poets, and if there was ever going to be combination of the two , it would, hopefully, be Revolutionary, but in essence it was a lot of two minute noodles, scamming bus fare, Stravinsky and dub music. It was ‘ghostly work’.

So back to two days ago and I’m daydreaming , not an uncommon thing, some people think I’m just ignoring them. Daydreaming is one part of 'ghostly work'. If you turn you head and deftly catch the image of the light bulb, or the tree, or the tram rushing past, do you need to jot that description down, or is it ‘ghostly work’ pushing itself into you already.

As I sit here, I know that all the objects around me are pulsing themselves into my body. Why? How can I use it? When it comes to writing a story, the light bulb, or the tree, or the old man who shuffled past, will already be in me, hence already in the story. I guess, that ‘ghostly work’ for me, as a writer, is to write less, to care less, because it’s there, it’s given, it’s in you already, there’s no point trying to work on it, because you are elected by everything in this world to do it.

If I come to a point in a story, I don't need to consult notes, poetical notebooks or such lark, the image of the lightbulb, the tree, the old man should be suffused already within pale-scarred bones and skin. People waste a lot of time deliberatly trying to make writing difficult, but the writing bit is easy, the hard part is setting your body up as an instrument for writing.

Here’s an exceprt from Underhill’s translation of The Cloud of Unknowing.

“HERE BEGINNETH THE TWO AND SIXTIETH CHAPTER

How a man may wit when his ghostly work is beneath him or without him, and when it is even with him or within him, and when it is above him and under his God.

AND for this, that thou shalt be able better to wit how they shall be conceived ghostly, these words that be spoken bodily, therefore I think to declare to thee the ghostly bemeaning of some words that fall to ghostly working. So that thou mayest wit clearly without error when thy ghostly work is beneath thee and without thee, and when it is within thee and even with thee, and when it is above thee and under thy God.

All manner of bodily thing is without thy soul and beneath it in nature, yea! the sun and the moon and all the stars, although they be above thy body, nevertheless yet they be beneath thy soul.

All angels and all souls, although they be confirmed and adorned with grace and with virtues, for the which they be above thee in cleanness, nevertheless, yet they be but even with thee in nature.

Within in thyself in nature be the powers of thy soul: the which be these three principal, Memory, Reason, and Will; and secondary, Imagination and Sensuality.

Above thyself in nature is no manner of thing but only God.

Evermore where thou findest written thyself in ghostliness, then it is understood thy soul, and not thy body.

And then all after that thing is on the which the powers of thy soul work, thereafter shall the worthiness and the condition of thy work be deemed; whether it be beneath thee, within thee, or above thee.”

Written by Shane Jesse Chrismass.

Fitzroy, Victoria.

28^th October 2009.

Vignette Press - #020 : The Charnel Stink Within

2009-10-31T09:54:00.000+11:00

Hey here's a story I wrote called The Charnel Stink Within which was published by the Indie Publisher Vignette Press.

‘I found something while I was out driving, down near the fault scarp,’ she said.
Cad, upon seeing what Vica had returned with, immediately stood up in the bath, his skin gleaming wet…

Mini Shots are a steal at $4 each ($6 for international) for single issues.

SJX on ACW - Trying To Coax A Lion Out Of My Chest.

2009-10-28T18:22:00.000+11:00

Hi,

I posted this on the old blog, but am going to put it on here, mainly because I really like this piece of writing, and it's not on the internet anywhere else. This was for my friend Amiel Courtin-Wilson's exhibition awhile back called Trying To Coax A Lion Out Of My Chest. He asked me to write something for the catalogue, and I didn't have to think twice in accepting. I hope you like. Apologies if you've read this before...

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SJX on ACW.

1) “I really don't want to offend him but my kid is REALLY bad at drawing. How do I tell him his art sucks and that he should pursue other hobbies? (he's 5 so I’m trying not to hurt his feelings as he actually thinks his drawings are good)”

2) The pessimist Schopenhauer once wrote, and he was speaking about writers here, but for our purposes, let’s imagine he’s speaking about artists.

“[Artists] can be divided into meteors, planets and fixed stars. The first produce a momentary effect: you gaze up, cry: ‘Look!’ – and then they vanish forever. The second, the moving stars, endure for much longer. By virtue of their proximity they often shine brighter than the fixed stars which the ignorant mistake them for … The third alone are unchanging, stand firm in the firmament, shine by their own light and influence all ages equally … Unlike the others, they do not belong to one system (nation) alone: they belong to the Universe. But it is precisely because they are so high that their light usually takes so many years to reach the eyes of the dwellers on earth.”

As you walk around this ‘Lion’ – this jungle king, this Panthera Leo, that’s trying to escape from a ribcage, which category does this exhibition exist within, Meteors? Planets? Fixed stars? All answers on a postcard, preferably one that has a ruin of a building on it.

3) “Extreme scat farm piss shit spew stung stomach required torrent search”

4) Is this a siphon life we lead? - “And he looked up, and said, I see men as trees, walking.” – Mark 8:24.

5) What are you even doing here? You should constantly ask yourself this?

6) As you may know, Amiel Courtin-Wilson is a filmmaker.

a. These drawings are an outlet. Outlet = Pipe or Conduit.

b. These drawings are instantaneous. Instantaneous = Immediate or ‘on the spot’.

c. These paintings are righteous, or are they? Righteous = Virtuous or Respectable. Sinful = Bad or Corrupt.

d. Are these drawings spiritual? Spiritual = Unworldly or Psychic.

e. It’s a big ask isn’t it?

7) “Turkmenistan's president has sacked staff after insect's walk-on part in a TV news bulletin.” SOCIAL HARMONY.

8) The Russian poet Osip Mandelstam, in his poem numbered ‘202’ wrote that:

“Much we have to fear, big-mouth beside me! Our tobacco turns into dust, nutcracker, friend, idiot!”

- What do we, as simple people, have to fear?

- Is this outsider art?

- Outside of what? - a giant priggish centipede?

- Outside of outsider art?

- Inside out from outsider art?

- Who cares? This is destruction.

9) TRIVIA: Amiel, much like Giotto, was born on the side of a hill, near the Colle di Romagnano.

10) “Hell is of this world and there are men who are unhappy escapees from hell, escapees destined ETERNALLY to reenact their escape.” Antonin Artaud

a. I can hear Amiel gulping in these drawings, gulping the insufferable, obese haunting.

b. They’re not cute pictures.

11) What are you even doing here? You should constantly ask yourself this?

12) SOCIAL HARMONY – “What does social harmony mean to you? Does social harmony means tolerating your Malay friends, or does it mean to be able to accept the cultures of your Indian friends?

13) “No job, no kids. horrible life...help plz? ... like to do don’t sit simply and think. u will get job and soon u will be pregnant enjoy life.....god bless u ...”

14) I know now what is going on here with Amiel’s drawings. I never use to. Jean Cocteau, who was also a filmmaker, and boxing manager, wrote, that “the living language of dreams. The dead language of waking … We must interpret and translate.” He also scribed that “genius is the farthest extreme of the practical”. There’s nothing practical in this exhibition.

15) AND FINALLY: There’s one or two murderers in any crowd. There’s nothing practical in this exhibition, except social harmony.

Parts assembled and parts written by Shane Jesse Christmass, July 2009.

Shane Jesse Christmass is a writer / scriptwriter / savage apparition / dambala_wedo@hotmail.com