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| VISUAL ARTISTS | |
| Antoni Tapies my current favourite artist  |
Cordy Ryman abstract 2D-3D threshold  |
| Thomas Scheibitz reminds me of the absolute  |
Giorgio de Chirico weird beauty  |
| Corey Hamilton paintings, writing, photos |
Famicon Express publishing |
| Boone's Art clocks, maps, more   |
Leon Sadler worldly artist  |
| Carrie Pollack abstract artist |
| AUDIO ARTISTS |
| Felt pop  |
| High Llamas pop  |
| Boards Of Canada electronic  |
| Scott Brookman pop    |
| Eels pop  |
| SERVICES |
| Socionics personality science |
| Keirsey the 16 personalities |
| Spotify music  |
| Flags the highest flags are the smallest |
| Random Letter Sequence Generator very useful  |
| Truth Beauty Goodness |
| Osho wise man  |
| Sri Chinmoy spiritual  |
| AE Fineran obscurities |
| My tumblr about bricks |
| blogspot |
| youtube |
| livejournals (now deadjournals): hayfield-pitch * jobijob * hebajab |
| artbreak |
| artabus |
| the saatchi gallery |
| Link to collaboration between AE Fineran and Wiz, 2011 |
 'Clearance' |
Links to Collaborative Animations between AE Fineran and AK Ridley, 2010 |
 'Yin Yang Jacuzzi Animation' |
| 'do-do' |
| 'cross' |
| 'ferretscreen' |
| 'fist, fast, mast, mist' |
| 'man sit' |
| Links to drawings by a worker called Susanne who I met in hospital, 2007 |
 'Beach Scene' |
| 'Lily' |
| 'Margate' |
| Links to drawings by workers |
 'Leaf' by Pamela, 2007.
Pamela was at Brooklands - she read my Prynne book. |
| 'Suicide Machine'
scrawled by A-Ghost overnight in 2007. A-Ghost haunted Brooklands
and House 218; he hath blooded his haunting sheet a George's Cross, for
Balls Aloud, '06. |
| * * POETRY SCARE |
| MAFIOSO (by Greg Evason) |
| for anthony fineran |
| the ugly monsters
on my arms vacuuming up the dust eat what I see and what I hear as they dance on my eyes and fight each other in my ears GREG EVASON |
| CHOICE (by Greg Evason) |
| for anthony |
|
the moon
is a bubbling rock
if you have
eyes that can see
and ears that can hear
and a nose that can smell
and a tongue that can taste
and fingers that can feel
and a mind that can perceive
meanwhile the sun
continues
to reek its havoc
on all those senses
while I sit comfortably
and at peace
on my black leather throne
underground
where all my real friends dwell
and where our real work
is our real leisure
and vice versa
occasionally one of us
is elected
to go up
to buy some coffee
and cigarettes
and whatever else
we might need
life and death
are part of
the same thing
GREG EVASON |
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