Wedding Poem



WEDDING POEM.


When all the soil has turned
Just a little in any direction,

And two lovers join something,
Showing another
And swap their coat buttons,

Behold the cave
That on this day
All rabbits will piss into,

A wonder and a beware
As their piss is clear
this night.





This was a poem written for a friend for his wedding. 

When it was read out, the general reaction observed was a squint and looking around at others.

The inspiration was the rare mystical alignment of each animal of a species doing the same thing, at once, in the same place, on a special occasion, and such a thing that whilst not being healthy to get yourself into, would be,if it happened, quite an event and sight. 
And the extra key to all this, was to be able to avoid what would seem like lots of water on such a lovely eve.

Old Erotic Cartoon - Inspiration for Prince song


Sexy Mother Hubbard.

Cartoon stills

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Presented here are 3 stills from one of the early experiments in 20th century animation, based upon the nursery rhyme of Old Mother Hubbard, and though tame by todays standards, it is quite breathtakingly adult in its content.

What's also fascinating about this, is the rumour that this was the inspiration for the musician Prince's song (fuelled by his buffet like appetite for collecting illicit adult material)  "Sexy M.F", and I must agree one can hear the chiming of the rhythm of his song to the change of:

"Sexy Mother Hubbard shaking that ass.
  Shaking that ass,
  Shaking that ass."

Syllables, intention and boisterous abandon clearly compare and collide quite easily.


Below are the following 2 stills, where we can see Hubbard's bum gather to the left:







And then collect itself to the right:





The story contained within suggests, as the writing states, that the dogs know she is hiding food, but they go through the charade of the search, just to watch her shake her 'thing thang', [as it was referred to at the time]. 


AND JUST IN


An Actual Audio Clip of the Hubbard in action.  



I think we join the proceedings, just as the 'ritual' is about to begin, and it takes place for our lead character who is experiencing this for the first time.


And to give you an anchor into what's happening around this point, and to what kind of animation this really is, the "daymn!" moment at around 10 seconds in, occurs when Hubbard bends over to look for food in the low, low cupboards...

It is truly old and quite filthy.

*Note that each arse shake occurs on the hit of each the big fat beat.




MAXP




click on the pic for a closer look




This is the title of an early Russian cartoon from around the late 1920s, that’s an unusual blend between the experimental animation styles of the decade and the coming trend towards social realism in the 1930’s.


I’ve been very lucky to get hold of a copy of this rare sketch of the main character, but it's hard finding any surviving footage though a little does exist.  I was at a local Nunderground event recently (secret gatherings that showcase illicit material suppressed or rare) and managed to see a little of the opening before the event was rumbled.


It’s essentially a superhero cartoon, but with a key difference, because this particular hero sets out to show he is neither ‘super’ nor a ‘hero’, and not above anyone else.



I found this fascinating, especially existing at this period of time, so I’ll set out the key aspects of the cartoon to illustrate what’s wonderful and freeing about it.



(you can see the evidence for each point in the picture)



1. He only used his muscles to squeeze the stashed stolen cash that had been tucked under the guts of  the greedy fat cats, (they had taped dirty money to the 'ceiling', and rammed 'embezzled energy' under the basin of their stomachs)

And he didn't harm them either.   Only bust a few ribs sometimes.  Believed all are made good and equal - just got lost.




2. Long Pickey pokey finger,  independently rotated and pointed out injustice, and if not poked much out during the day, it went home late to it's “picking post”, to take out any extra stress and energy, and not on anyone else.




3. Scribbled face - was to confuse attackers and to not allow idolization.   Though war and disagreement has raged through human history (though not always as we are taught - more on this in another chapter) the one thing everyone, warlords and the like, had always being able to agree and rely on was the constant of a nose in the centre of a face not shifting about when punching it...until now.

(it was often known as the “steady anchor” in different cultures.)






4. Anti hierarchy cream - his magic shoulder squeezed out a special substance


part hair
   part air
     part tube



But believed anyone could have it and set out often to prove it.  It removed barriers, highlighted hierarchies.  And without these invented barriers, the cream revealed in successive episodes how all are truly equal in every way.




5. No sole villains - was the whole why they were where they were.






Life-Force



An amazing discovery, at the cutting edge of science & investigative journalism, a Flan has been found trying to communicate!!  Experts have worked around the clock to assist this commune, and to also see how this happened & what it really means to us all.


And Here It Is, Pictured Alongside, The First, (human heard) Decree of Flan...






This was the result of that hard work of many to interpret the message of this incredible Flan and in the manner it wished, through 'sign', passion & flair!. 


Putting the startling nature of this statement/threat to 1 side for the moment, the Flan, frankly looks great, and the notion that life force has transferred beyond the grain, to flan, and is now constant is truly fascinating.


But we also have a special recording taken from within the Flan, with the aid of the latest technology available.  The latest flan-sensitive microphones were inserted, with permission, (utilising 'polenta based pickups' for extra amplification) & and reached what is believed at current to be the stomach of the thing.  Now, we are able to glimpse what's really going on inside this man eating beast and hear for ourselves, it's own inner proclamation. 



So Lets Go Deep Down, 

Into The Filling Of The Flan.

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Pump's Kin

I'm in the process of making some sketches and portraits of my dog and accountant, Pump Gregoriou, which I will put up as soon as the final edit has been agreed. 


In the meantime, here is one of his siblings, Brother Calzone, and amongst the family he is known as the 'Meat Finder'.



Brother Calzone
'Dressed and posing for Portrait'
Song for Medulla Oblongata.





The 'Medulla'



Dream fuelled sketch
(click on for a clearer viewin)




The start of this tale begins with "Sex on Fire" by Kings of Leon, and a re-imagining of the world of the song, to tell the story of the Medulla Oblongata (Mo for the short).

'Mo' forms part of the lowest area of the brain,  and hence as you will see has been picked upon by bits of brain above it under the false perception of 'hierarchies'.

This all started with my recent interest in the evolution of the brain and the idea of it being a living thing, (akin to the theory that all particles of matter are 'alive' in a sense, they react, and are connected, which is a further dabble to come) and dabbling also in the possibility of communicating in some form with these 'living' things.  I tried meditating to something specific, but at this stage I hadn't connected to anything, but what happened shortly afterwards opened up an unusual path.

The results flooded a dream of mine, and then upon waking, through a hurried sketch and colouring.  It seemed as though as I had made contact with something.  A specific part of the brain, the Medulla Oblongata.  And this is the story I have translated.

The fragments I experienced in the dream are as follows:

It's night, it's very cold, I see a big fleshy thing (a giant Medulla, with feelings, and sad face of sorts), moving somehow, in the street, (not a shuffle, nor a huddling) whilst the kings of leon trawl through leaf litter in my room (latched on from elsewhere in the psyche this bit I assume).  I call out and ask if it's ok, and beckon MO in through my window,whilst holding the band back behind me with arms outstretched, as their curiosity mixed with fear and anger at what was happening.
MO told of its sadness (I do feel that it was slightly a woman). Of how what it named 'Big Brain'* had attacked MO's confidence and worth. And this, I could not take silently.

*note on Big Brain - at 18seconds into the song, you can hear Big Brain trying to make it's presence felt, with possibly it's first recorded reaction via sound,  which turns out to be a cocky-moan.  

Hence came the song, the picture, the plight, it fit so right.  MO does so much more in it's duties I researched and realised, and did not deserve these lies, and so I yelled the truth, in a manner nudged into being by the band being there.   And when the chorus hit, putting both versions flush to each other to compare, the power and assertion meant much to Medulla Oblongata.


Listen out for Medulla herself singing in those higher octaves, gaining in confidence, AND, I urge you to try at least once to sing the new words along to the song, with a little gusto, and see how it feels for you. 


The Song



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Tree Life



Click on the picture for a fuller viewin.




Look out for the foot prints of the night forest,


The Insect of Spirits with its many eye and ghostly trail,


Creatures faces, and the Haka in the Hollows,


The Leaf Dragon and it's heady spew.