<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258</id><updated>2009-10-13T20:17:54.907+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pupart - a wondering dogs musings on music, meaning, media and mediocrity</title><subtitle type='html'>Pupski is obsessed with top 5's, the mundane, music and art in all it's forms. Is life art or is art life? Pupski endeavours to find the answer to this question and more.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>442</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-7524635168186244779</id><published>2009-08-03T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:21:01.672+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blackberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vertigo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod'/><title type='text'>U2 sell out</title><content type='html'>What is it with U2 and advertising. I could forgive them the ipod advert - after all ipods are quite cool and Vertigo is an extremely catchy song but the Blackberry advert is just taking things a bit too far. What was Bono thinking - record and ticket sales are low I know lets do another advert? Well I've got one word for you Bono (well two with a hyphen) - sell-out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-7524635168186244779?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/7524635168186244779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=7524635168186244779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/7524635168186244779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/7524635168186244779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2009/08/u2-sell-out.html' title='U2 sell out'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-4905857338703398949</id><published>2009-05-28T20:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:04:04.864+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Post hand in play list</title><content type='html'>Well here it is my top twenty of the moment and actually I am finding it incredibly hard to limit it to just twenty. My mind is exploding with all kinds of music at the moment ranging from Jamaican music like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernest_Ranglin"&gt;Ernest Ranglin&lt;/a&gt; to rock bands like &lt;a href="http://www.audioslave.com/"&gt;Audioslave&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.ledzeppelin.com/"&gt;Led Zeppelin&lt;/a&gt; to more quiet music like &lt;a href="http://www.belleandsebastian.com/"&gt;Belle and Sebastian&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Thank You - Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Can't Stop - The Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The Boy With the Arab Strap - Belle and Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Armagideon Time - The Clash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Karma Police - Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Somewhere a Clock is Ticking - Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) King and Country - Seth Lakeman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Freedom (90) - George Michael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) The Needle and the Damage Done - Neil Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Bruise Pristine - Placebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Let it Loose - The Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Wake up Jamaica - Dennis Alcapone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Problem Is - The Dub Pistols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Revelatios - Audioslave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) All These Things That I've Done - The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Rocking Universally - Willie Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Martha Cecilia - Andres Landeros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Baby, Baby - The Vibrators&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Pain Killer - Turin Brakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Back to Black - Amy Winehouse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-4905857338703398949?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/4905857338703398949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=4905857338703398949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/4905857338703398949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/4905857338703398949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-hand-in-play-list.html' title='Post hand in play list'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-5451860083958067126</id><published>2009-05-28T20:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:38:22.919+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1970s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lavinia Greenlaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poet'/><title type='text'>After the Hand In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/Sh7nLJ1IvHI/AAAAAAAAAPk/aTzkZ2A6SOU/s1600-h/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340960386911353970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/Sh7nLJ1IvHI/AAAAAAAAAPk/aTzkZ2A6SOU/s320/mary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after a rather large gap in my blogging activity, due to the workload in the lastt few months of my degree I have decided to make a comeback. The degree is finished bar the marks, which we will get in mid June and since I have handed in my final work I have found that I have been listening to a massive amount of music. It's as if some mental space has cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't however started reading a novel yet - but that is in part due to the fact that the last novel I read was so good that nothing else seems to measure up. &lt;em&gt;Mary George of Allnorthover&lt;/em&gt; by poet Lavinia Greenlaw is one of the best novels I have read in a long time. The novel is set in a small Essex town in the late 1970s. the writing is both visceral and beautiful and is evocative of the time and place. There is no danger of Greenlaw becoming rambly or overly poetic - although the prose is highly descriptive in places the plot bowls the story along sucking the reader in and inducing the rare quality of a book that you just can't put down because you really care about what happens next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-5451860083958067126?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/5451860083958067126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=5451860083958067126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/5451860083958067126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/5451860083958067126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-after-rather-large-gap-in-my.html' title='After the Hand In'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/Sh7nLJ1IvHI/AAAAAAAAAPk/aTzkZ2A6SOU/s72-c/mary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-4766318885958388036</id><published>2009-05-28T20:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:22:04.237+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star signs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Platypus with Aardvark Rising</title><content type='html'>I am considering inventing a whole new star sign system using animals to symbolise each sign. Under this new system I would be Platypus with Aardvark rising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-4766318885958388036?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/4766318885958388036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=4766318885958388036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/4766318885958388036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/4766318885958388036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2009/05/playpus-with-aardvark-rising.html' title='Platypus with Aardvark Rising'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-8887092749986836988</id><published>2008-12-29T13:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:14:53.353Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CBT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ferrari'/><title type='text'>The Art of Procrastination</title><content type='html'>I find once again that I am procrastinating instead of doing my work. It is exactly the kind of thing that I was arguing with my son about this morning before he went to his dads. What is it with the human mind and the avoidance of the task in hand? It's true I know one or two people who seem to be able to complete an assignment or a piece of work well before their deadline (well one actually) but the majority of the people that I know, like me, leave it until the last minute. I'm not so bad these days that I have to stay up all night the day before a piece of work is due in, but I am down to the last couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more than one flavor of procrastination. People procrastinate for different reasons. Dr. Ferrari identifies three basic types of procrastinators:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arousal types, or thrill-seekers, who wait to the last minute for the euphoric rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avoiders, who may be avoiding fear of failure or even fear of success, but in either case are very concerned with what others think of them; they would rather have others think they lack effort than ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decisional procrastinators, who cannot make a decision. Not making a decision absolves procrastinators of responsibility for the outcome of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I probably fall into the avoider category - Dr Ferrari suggests that the only way to solve this problem is cognitive behavioural therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had better just get on with my work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-8887092749986836988?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/8887092749986836988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=8887092749986836988' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/8887092749986836988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/8887092749986836988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2008/12/art-of-procrastination.html' title='The Art of Procrastination'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-3300243892797154091</id><published>2008-10-25T13:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T14:25:33.725+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow patrol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top twenty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Top Twenty for Autumn</title><content type='html'>After a musically barren few weeks my inclination for listening to music is back with a vengence. I must have sniffed a new album in the breeze because last week I had an overwhelming desire to listen to &lt;a href="http://www.snowpatrol.com/"&gt;Snow Patrol&lt;/a&gt;. It is great when you have a break from a band and then rediscover them - it is like hearing them anew all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week the same thing happened with &lt;a href="http://www.keanemusic.com/"&gt;Keane&lt;/a&gt;. I bought "Hopes and Fears" by Keane a ccouple of years ago, listened to it a bit and then pretty much forgot about it. Then for some inexplicable reason this week I had a driving urge to listen to it, I had forgotten what a great album it is - I liked it when I bought it but I like it even more now, so much so that I found myself in HMV today buying the next two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Top Twenty Tracks for Autumn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Keane - Bedshaped&lt;br /&gt;2.  Pendulum - The Other Side&lt;br /&gt;3.  Snow Patrol - Run&lt;br /&gt;4.  Elbow - Mirrorball&lt;br /&gt;5.  The Levellers - Battle of the Beanfield&lt;br /&gt;6.  New Model Army - Green and the Grey&lt;br /&gt;7.  Suede - The Wild Ones&lt;br /&gt;8.  Kings of Leon - Use Somebody&lt;br /&gt;9.  Keane - Somewhere Only we Know&lt;br /&gt;10. The Last Shadow Puppets - My Mistakes Were Made for You&lt;br /&gt;11. Wheatus - The London Sun&lt;br /&gt;12. Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros - Ramshackle Day Parade&lt;br /&gt;13. White Stripes - Dead Leaves on Dirty Ground&lt;br /&gt;14. Elbow - The Bones of You&lt;br /&gt;15. Sigur Ros - Hoppipolla&lt;br /&gt;16. REM - The One I Love&lt;br /&gt;17. Chemical Brothers - All Rights Reversed&lt;br /&gt;18. Placebo - Pure Morning&lt;br /&gt;19. Pulp - Pencil Skirt&lt;br /&gt;20. Primal Scream - Some Velvet Morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-3300243892797154091?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/3300243892797154091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=3300243892797154091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/3300243892797154091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/3300243892797154091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2008/10/top-twenty-for-autumn.html' title='Top Twenty for Autumn'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-6398334718018414281</id><published>2008-10-07T21:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:52:08.232+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primal Scream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kasabian'/><title type='text'>Primal Scream vs Kasabian</title><content type='html'>I was listening to the track "Swastika Eyes" by &lt;a href="http://www.primalscream.net/NEWindex.html"&gt;Primal Scream &lt;/a&gt;today (one of my favourites and sudenly found that it was reminding me of another track "Reason Is Treason" by &lt;a href="http://www.kasabian.co.uk/home/"&gt;Kasabian&lt;/a&gt;. I had never noticed this before but sure enough if you play the tracks one after the other there is some definite similarity although I can't  put my finger on what it is - maybe it is the sirens and pulsing beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-6398334718018414281?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/6398334718018414281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=6398334718018414281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/6398334718018414281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/6398334718018414281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2008/10/primal-scream-vs-kasabian.html' title='Primal Scream vs Kasabian'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-1268714606783821863</id><published>2008-09-22T12:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:13:34.103+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>In the Dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SNd9JYh_8pI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nS5SPumroqY/s1600-h/small+poem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248801490880950930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SNd9JYh_8pI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nS5SPumroqY/s320/small+poem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been playing around more with the idea of juxtaposing text onto surfaces where you wouldn't expect to see it.  I especially liked this pne as the text looked like it had been there for a long time. If you want to read more about artistic process visit my artists blog at:&lt;a href="http://visual-poetics.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://visual-poetics.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-1268714606783821863?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/1268714606783821863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=1268714606783821863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/1268714606783821863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/1268714606783821863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-dust.html' title='In the Dust'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SNd9JYh_8pI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nS5SPumroqY/s72-c/small+poem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-3869446756061849685</id><published>2008-08-16T19:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T19:15:28.981+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Edinburgh and all that</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SKcYTor_DyI/AAAAAAAAALI/qk5qkREfBaM/s1600-h/Tim-Minchin-Autumn-2008-Ima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235179817459978018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SKcYTor_DyI/AAAAAAAAALI/qk5qkREfBaM/s320/Tim-Minchin-Autumn-2008-Ima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have Just got back from the Edinburgh Festival, the highlight of which, for me was a comedian called &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/tim_minchin"&gt;Tim Minchin&lt;/a&gt;, who was extremely funny (as well as a very good singer). He is coming to Norwich in November and I would higly recommend seeing him if you get the chance. There is quite a bit of his stuff on You Tube but mostly not as funny as his new show - plus you really have to have the whole package with the talking as well as the songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't that impressed with the shows at Edinburgh this year, although there were some good ideas in the shows we saw they generally just seemed to be lacking something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-3869446756061849685?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/3869446756061849685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=3869446756061849685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/3869446756061849685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/3869446756061849685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2008/08/edinburgh-and-all-that.html' title='Edinburgh and all that'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SKcYTor_DyI/AAAAAAAAALI/qk5qkREfBaM/s72-c/Tim-Minchin-Autumn-2008-Ima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-8967607784298342894</id><published>2008-07-20T20:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:26:27.108+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simon armitage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carol ann duffy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lattitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the coral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigur ros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blondie'/><title type='text'>Lattitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SIOVKsFqs1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/jfJfZKXmHwY/s1600-h/SIGUR_ROS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225184003546067794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SIOVKsFqs1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/jfJfZKXmHwY/s320/SIGUR_ROS2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lattitude Festival was fun. highlights for me were:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.contemporarywriters.com/authors/?p=auth165"&gt;Simon Armitage&lt;/a&gt; reading from his new book &lt;a href="http://books.guardian.co.uk/reviews/biography/0,,2273197,00.html"&gt;"Gig"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gig is not a book of poetry, it is about Armitage's lifelong passion for music and is very funny. Hearing him reading from it made me want to go out and buy it immediately but I am holding out for the paperback.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carol_Ann_Duffy"&gt;Carol Ann Duffy&lt;/a&gt; who read extensively from her book "The World's Wife".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.franzferdinand.co.uk/"&gt;Franz Ferdinand&lt;/a&gt; whose performance was great but who could have done with a little better rapport with the audience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but the highlight of the weekend for me was definitely &lt;a href="http://www.sigur-ros.co.uk/"&gt;Sigur Ros&lt;/a&gt;. I have to admit that even though I am a big fan of the band I did initially have some reservations when I saw that they had been programmed as the headlining band on Saturday night. But I needn't have worried they were amazing. Giving an energtic and electrifying performance with great lights and effects. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all the festival was great, but it was considerably bigger than last year and they had not increased the size of the venues within the site. That was ok for the outside stages but for the inside venues it was a real problem. It was really hard to get anywhere near to the comedy tent and even the literature and poetry tents were full to bursting with may disappointed people who could not get in. I felt that their biggest mistake though was to programme bands as big as Blondie and The Coral in the Uncut tent, which, was just too small for the crowds who wanted to see them. You couldn't even hear them properly outside as the music from the main stage was too loud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-8967607784298342894?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/8967607784298342894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=8967607784298342894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/8967607784298342894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/8967607784298342894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2008/07/lattitude.html' title='Lattitude'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SIOVKsFqs1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/jfJfZKXmHwY/s72-c/SIGUR_ROS2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-229819038797939873</id><published>2008-07-08T21:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:18:17.466+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Clash'/><title type='text'>Lorca and The Clash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SHPZPPKZ-JI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NpQYuxM8IxY/s1600-h/london.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220755248843978898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="265" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SHPZPPKZ-JI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NpQYuxM8IxY/s320/london.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it a coincidence I wonder that one of my favourite poets of all time Federico Garcia Lorca is mentioned in a song by the Clash? Or was I subliminally programmed to like him after spending years as a teenager listening to the album &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/London_Calling_(song)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;London Calling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Lorca is mentioned in the song &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spanish_Bombs"&gt;Spanish Bombs&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spanish Bombs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spanish songs in Andalucia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shooting sites in the days of '39&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, please, leave the vendanna open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frederico Lorca is dead and gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bullet holes in the cemetery walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The black cars of the Guardia Civil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm flying in a DC 10 tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo te quiero oh mi corazón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo te quiero oh mi corazón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spanish weeks in my disco casino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The freedom fighters died upon the hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They sang the red flag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They wore the black one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back home the buses went up in flashes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Irish tomb was drenched in blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spanish bombs shatter the hotels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My senorita's rose was nipped in the bud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hillsides ring with "Free the people"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With trenches full of poets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spanish bombs rock the province&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hearing music from another timeS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;panish bombs on the Costa Brava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spanish songs in Andalucia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mandolina, oh mi corazon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-229819038797939873?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/229819038797939873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=229819038797939873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/229819038797939873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/229819038797939873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2008/07/lorca-and-clash.html' title='Lorca and The Clash'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SHPZPPKZ-JI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NpQYuxM8IxY/s72-c/london.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-9134126183604486545</id><published>2008-06-25T14:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T14:32:38.872+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my other blog</title><content type='html'>I have another blog about art and the written word.&lt;br /&gt;you can visit it at &lt;a href="http://www.visual-poetics.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.visual-poetics.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; or click the link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-9134126183604486545?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/9134126183604486545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=9134126183604486545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/9134126183604486545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/9134126183604486545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-other-blog.html' title='my other blog'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-7679802408120328688</id><published>2008-06-25T14:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T14:30:54.896+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david bowie'/><title type='text'>Bowie/Brel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SGJHPNBjFQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hk8l_K5HPZs/s1600-h/ziggy_stardust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215809644968219906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SGJHPNBjFQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hk8l_K5HPZs/s320/ziggy_stardust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching "Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars" last night and was reminded once again how much I like the song "My Death." Bowie has done a few &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacques_Brel"&gt;Brel&lt;/a&gt; covers and he does them really well. They suit his voice and the words are really mournful and poignant. I was disappointed though at the sound quality of the special edition DVD, if anything it is worse than that of the version I taped of the TV in the 1980s.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jaques Brel's lyrics seem more like poetry to me than song lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-7679802408120328688?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/7679802408120328688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=7679802408120328688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/7679802408120328688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/7679802408120328688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2008/06/bowiebrel.html' title='Bowie/Brel'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SGJHPNBjFQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hk8l_K5HPZs/s72-c/ziggy_stardust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-2972790526855425388</id><published>2008-06-22T17:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:39:57.206+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='once'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ireland'/><title type='text'>Once</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SF5_XlYLisI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EHfpVMng5cY/s1600-h/once4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214745461688863426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SF5_XlYLisI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EHfpVMng5cY/s320/once4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watched a really good film last night called "&lt;a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=7mIpwx5lA5I"&gt;Once&lt;/a&gt;".  I wasn't sure I was going to like it but I can't recommend it highly enough. The film is made great by the naturalistic acting of the two main characters and also by the brilliant soundtrack featuring the two leads. The music reminded me a lot of damien Rice and Lisa Hannigan at their best. It is so refreshing to watch a film where the story isn't tied up neatly for you. In the great tradition of European films "Once" is more about what doesn't happen and what isn't said than what is and that is what makes it so beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-2972790526855425388?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/2972790526855425388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=2972790526855425388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/2972790526855425388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/2972790526855425388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2008/06/once.html' title='Once'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SF5_XlYLisI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EHfpVMng5cY/s72-c/once4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-8224263470083173782</id><published>2008-06-18T14:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T14:32:46.478+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alienation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='label'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greek poetry'/><title type='text'>Visual Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SFkM8LmNs4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/sasH0sggeG4/s1600-h/bw+wall+poem+flick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213212271702815618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SFkM8LmNs4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/sasH0sggeG4/s320/bw+wall+poem+flick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a great gadget today that makes embossed letters on plastic tape and I started playing around with the idea of using it to make visual poetry. This is my first attempt so it isn't all that great but I can already see that there is great potential in the idea.  This one isn't really a proper poem - just something that I came up with on the spur of the moment that was in keeping with the wall on which it is displayed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem for me with this piece is that the text seems too removed from the wall that it is displayed on I really wanted it to look more as if it belonged there. However that is very hard to acheive and maybe I am approaching it the wrong way. Maybe I should make the alienation of the text from the medium it is placed in more an integral part of the piece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-8224263470083173782?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/8224263470083173782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=8224263470083173782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/8224263470083173782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/8224263470083173782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2008/06/visual-poetry.html' title='Visual Poetry'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SFkM8LmNs4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/sasH0sggeG4/s72-c/bw+wall+poem+flick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-2258242669889746314</id><published>2008-06-17T15:29:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:20:37.193+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Knack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blur oasis music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhythm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='form'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spandau ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jim Morrison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black sabbath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metaphor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sharona'/><title type='text'>Lyrics versus Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reading "The Lost Writings of Jim Morrison" I found myself wondering about the differences between lyrics and poetry. Lyrics are more akin to classical or lyric poetry than to modern poetry in that they usually rhyme and have a clear structure of verses of equal legnth. They also tend to have less pretensions of goodness or worthiness than poetry (unless you're Bob Dylan or Billy Bragg of course). The words can be meaningless or about the most mundane things and it doesn't matter, no one really minds - what matters is how the lyrics scan, the pentameter, the rhyme and how they fit with the music. Just listen to the lyrics of &lt;a href="http://www.spandauballet.com/"&gt;Spandau Ballet&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.black-sabbath.com/"&gt;Black Sabbath&lt;/a&gt; or "My Sharona" by &lt;a href="http://www.knack.com/"&gt;The Knack &lt;/a&gt;for examples of songs that work well but contain pretty meaningless lyrics.&lt;a href="http://www.knack.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be because of the way that the lyrics fit with music that we find songs easy to remember. I am a big poetry fan but know very few poems all the way through. However I can think of loads of songs that I know all the lyrics to and some of them I haven't heard for years. I might find it hard to remember people's names, important apoointments or my shopping list but I can sing you the whole of "Spirit of Radio" by Rush without a moments hesitation! And they're not easy lyrics, if I tried to memorise them like a poem I think I would struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SFfWA4HiX0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/B_MXDAVWjLY/s1600-h/rush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212870404256980802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="249" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SFfWA4HiX0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/B_MXDAVWjLY/s320/rush.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="thespiritofradio"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"THE SPIRIT OF RADIO"&lt;br /&gt;Words by Neil Peart, Music by Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by 'The Spirit of Radio' in Toronto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin the day&lt;br /&gt;With a friendly voice&lt;br /&gt;A companion, unobtrusive&lt;br /&gt;Plays that song that's so elusive&lt;br /&gt;And the magic music makes your morning mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off on your way&lt;br /&gt;Hit the open road&lt;br /&gt;There is magic at your fingers&lt;br /&gt;For the Spirit ever lingers&lt;br /&gt;Undemanding contact&lt;br /&gt;In your happy solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invisible airwaves Crackle with life&lt;br /&gt;Bright antennae bristle With the energy&lt;br /&gt;Emotional feedback On a timeless wavelength&lt;br /&gt;Bearing a gift beyond price --- Almost free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this machinery&lt;br /&gt;Making modern music&lt;br /&gt;Can still be open-hearted&lt;br /&gt;Not so coldly charted&lt;br /&gt;It's really just a question&lt;br /&gt;Of your honesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One likes to believe&lt;br /&gt;In the freedom of music&lt;br /&gt;But glittering prizes&lt;br /&gt;And endless compromises&lt;br /&gt;Shatter the illusion of integrity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the words of the profits&lt;br /&gt;Are written on the studio wall,&lt;br /&gt;Concert hall --- Echoes with the sounds... Of salesmen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huddersfield1.co.uk/poetry/morrisonpoetry.htm"&gt;Jim Morrison &lt;/a&gt;- Wilderness, The Lost Writings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frank_O"&gt;Frank O'Hara &lt;/a&gt;- Selected Poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simon_Critchley"&gt;Simon Critchley&lt;/a&gt; - Things Merely Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album of the day: Station to Station - &lt;a href="http://www.davidbowie.com/"&gt;David Bowie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-2258242669889746314?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/2258242669889746314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=2258242669889746314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/2258242669889746314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/2258242669889746314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2008/06/lyrics-versus-poetry.html' title='Lyrics versus Poetry'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SFfWA4HiX0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/B_MXDAVWjLY/s72-c/rush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-8912766566303837219</id><published>2008-06-16T10:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:37:16.172+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robin Skelton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='translation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacques Prévert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Georg Trakl'/><title type='text'>Lost in Translation</title><content type='html'>I am wondering as I am reading translations of poetry by Jacques Prévert and Georg Trakl how much of the original essence of a poem is lost in translation. In a sense the translator is writing the poetry him/herself just using a set of words gleened fronm the original work. For example when a friend who could read German translated one of Georg Trakl’s poems aloud he translated it word by word and it was very different to the translation in the book. In fact in these translations words have been changed for poetic effect. It makes me wonder if as a reader I would want a direct translation from the German or am I happy to read the artistic interpretation of the author’s work by another poet (in this case Robin Skelton). If I read ten different translations of the same poem done by different translators how different would they be from one another?  Would I find myself reading ten completely different poems or would the essence of each poem be essentially the same? For me as a reader I think I might like to see a direct word for word translation as well, just to satisfy my artistic curiosity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-8912766566303837219?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/8912766566303837219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=8912766566303837219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/8912766566303837219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/8912766566303837219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2008/06/lost-in-translation.html' title='Lost in Translation'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-1782372624261996211</id><published>2008-05-19T12:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:33:01.349+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjambment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SDFkKsnnC-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/FlYKXPul11o/s1600-h/cutrope40_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SDFkKsnnC-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/FlYKXPul11o/s320/cutrope40_000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202049179528399842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about enjambment, where one line of poetry runs on into the next line - or is carried over into the next verse. It is not a technique that I use that often. I try on the whole, to make my lines complete, part of a longer sentence maybe but generally I like the lines to have a definite sensible ending place. It feels slightly dangerous to let the lines roam willy nilly over the page. But I am thinking maybe I need to loosen up a bit, maybe I am becoming too constrained. Maybe I should let my words roam free as wild animals on the tundra across the page. What am I scared of?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-1782372624261996211?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/1782372624261996211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=1782372624261996211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/1782372624261996211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/1782372624261996211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-thinking-about-enjambment-where.html' title=''/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SDFkKsnnC-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/FlYKXPul11o/s72-c/cutrope40_000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-2266846872229082597</id><published>2008-05-19T11:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:29:32.806+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narrative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greek poetry'/><title type='text'>Narrative Poetry</title><content type='html'>I like the idea of using a narrative within my poetry. Of maybe using a narrative to link the poems together in some kind of sequence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poems that I have written so far this term are in a strongly female voice. They are about loss, fear and regret. About what happens in life - we get older, lose our parents, go in and out of relationships, get stressed out, cope, don't cope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The charcter in my poems (who may not always be the same character but could be) suffers loss of a parent, she muses on difficult past relationships, she meets up with an old flame and this makes her feel regret about the past (the grass is always greener syndrome)and finally she starts losing the plot until she is driven to consider taking her own life. As the reder we don't know whether she actually did - this is left up to us to imagine. Personally I am torn between wanting an end to her unhappiness and wanting a fairytale happy ever after type ending where she has a sudden epiphany, realises how beautiful the world is and bounces back bigger and better etc. etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-2266846872229082597?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/2266846872229082597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=2266846872229082597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/2266846872229082597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/2266846872229082597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2008/05/narrative-poetry.html' title='Narrative Poetry'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-8586717291766808126</id><published>2008-05-16T15:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:01:40.125+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khalo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiography'/><title type='text'>Autobiographical Art Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SC2hbsnnC9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ettvTSNTbGQ/s1600-h/FridaKhalo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SC2hbsnnC9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ettvTSNTbGQ/s320/FridaKhalo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200990641888627666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some artists there is an almost insatiable desire to try and understand and change the self - often through writing and art. Through the mediums of autobiography and autobiographical art work we are holding ourselves up to a mirror for examination. There is a constant striving within us to understand ourselves and to be understood by others.  It is as if only we can understand ourselves - our minds, our dreams, desires, wishes, what makes us tick then somehow life would be BETTER, the people around us would have a better empathy and deeper understanding of what we are about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women in particular seem attracted to autobiography within their art work. It's as if by getting it out it will make a difference to our lives - almost like a form of counselling or therapy. Maybe it is because women have so many starnds to their lives and that putting elements of these strands into their work ties all the strands together in some way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it could just be that the artists that produce a lot of autobiograhical work are the more troubled souls. Those of us who have had a difficult childhood, abusive relationships or some other adverity (illness etc). Does a happy well balanced individual have the same need to examine their past or understand why they are the way they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-8586717291766808126?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/8586717291766808126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=8586717291766808126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/8586717291766808126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/8586717291766808126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2008/05/autobiographical-art-work.html' title='Autobiographical Art Work'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/SC2hbsnnC9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ettvTSNTbGQ/s72-c/FridaKhalo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-7683913560433908219</id><published>2008-04-18T21:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:07:02.709+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth</title><content type='html'>I just came across a trailer for "Birth" directed by Jonathan Glazer on You tube. I had forgotten what a visually stunning film it is. I would definitely rate Jonathan Glazer in my top 5 film and video directors - although the top spot of course goes to Michel Gondry. I was first introduced to Gondry's work several years ago via his surreal music videos - my favourite of which is "Let Forever Be" by the Chemical Brothers (closely followed by Daft Punk's "Around the World"). Gondry has themes that come up time again within his films and videos, he is playful and his work has a surreal and joyous quality that many other directors lack.&lt;br /&gt;Glazer's work on the other hand is much darker but he has made some beautiful videos (most notably "Street Spirit" by Radiohead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-v1wSInbv2U&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-v1wSInbv2U&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-7683913560433908219?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/7683913560433908219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=7683913560433908219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/7683913560433908219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/7683913560433908219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2008/04/birth.html' title='Birth'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-1873236152306670331</id><published>2008-01-17T22:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-17T23:25:18.570Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaz Coombes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rolling Stones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supergrass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sex Pistols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neil Young'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Clash'/><title type='text'>The Clash on Trial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/R4_gEsKPAPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/RY_PvzfvR2A/s1600-h/clash--singles--bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156586469540692210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/R4_gEsKPAPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/RY_PvzfvR2A/s320/clash--singles--bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching "Pop on Trial" tonight on BBC4 tonight and was amazed to hear Pete Shelley of the Buzzcocks rate The Sex Pistols over the Clash, who he described as a "pub band" and likened to The Rolling Stones. The Clash have little in common with the Rolling Stones aside from the fact that they both acheived massive success. But whereas The Stones have embraced success and the massive wealth and hedonistic lifestyle that went with it - The Clash were never entirely comfortable with it - and ultimately this was what destroyed them. Comparing the Sex Pistols to the Clash is like comparing Robbie Williams to Bob Dylan or The Spice Girls to The Slits or Patti Smith. Although there is no doubting the vision and energy behind the Pistiols, ultimately they had very little to actually say. They have preached anarchy but they never offered us any kind of concrete vision to replace the establishment that they wanted us to destroy. The Clash, however, were an altogether different kind of band. A band with real and wide ranging musical roots/influences and ideas and Joe Strummer's deeply political views of the world. They sang about things that mattered to them, they connected on a real level with fans and they tried to keep prices down on tickets and records.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note one of the other presenters of "Pop on Trial" was Gaz Coobes of Supergrass who I was amazed to see is morphing into Neil young - and her is the evidence:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/R4_i88KPAQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4zArssf5pLg/s1600-h/gazcoombes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156589634931589378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/R4_i88KPAQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4zArssf5pLg/s320/gazcoombes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaz Coombes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/R4_jUMKPARI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Pir_sNdaLeY/s1600-h/neil_young.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156590034363547922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/R4_jUMKPARI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Pir_sNdaLeY/s320/neil_young.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neil Young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-1873236152306670331?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/1873236152306670331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=1873236152306670331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/1873236152306670331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/1873236152306670331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2008/01/clash-on-trial.html' title='The Clash on Trial'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/R4_gEsKPAPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/RY_PvzfvR2A/s72-c/clash--singles--bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-4249507379906079956</id><published>2007-12-19T11:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-19T12:23:31.225Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falklands War'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UB40'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1980s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arcade fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace Convoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eurythmics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Battle of the Beanfield'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iggy Pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Boy Three'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Specials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thatcher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Weller. Style Council'/><title type='text'>Fun Boy Three, the 1980s and all that....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/R2kMq8KPAOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gmKJwVbjepQ/s1600-h/BEST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145657981090595042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/R2kMq8KPAOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gmKJwVbjepQ/s320/BEST.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while - my blog has been sadly neglected during a very busy term, which is thankfully now over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I found myself in a strangely 1980s musical mood. I started off listening to Arcade Fire but was then overcome with an overwhelming urge to listen to the Fun Boy Three, Madness, The Jam, Iggy Pop, The Style Council and Eurythmics. I'm not ashamed - I enjoyed it and it's not even my favourite 80s music. The Fun Boy Three are great though, they look very dated if you watch their videos but they wrote great lyrics - I think Terry Hall is one of the most underated lyricists of our time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is something about 80s music - it must be the influence of the era. I sometimes wonder if the way I am is because I was a teen in the 80s - it has left me slightly cynical and a bit of a pessimist. Friends who were teens in the 70s seem to have a different outlook on life. The 80s was a bleak time especially politically. On the one hand there was a lot of frivolous stuff going on - lightweight music like Duran Duran and Wham, there were some ridicolous fashions (big hair, the bubble skirt!) and some people were getting rich quick. But on the other side of the coin there was the miners strike, race riots, the National Front were getting big, there was The Falklands War, mass privatisation, The Peace Convoy and the way they were hounded and finally beaten by the police in the infamous Battle of the Beanfield. It was a bleak time for young people too - there was massively high unemployment which was why some people went on the road - or like me went to live in a commune. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of this however did come some really great music, which wouldn't have existed without the backdrop of those times - UB40, The Specials, Fun Boy Three, Linton Kwesi Johnson, The Beat etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw a piece of graffitti recently that read "there's no point in voting, if it changed anything it would be illegal." I understood the sentiment, but I disagree - anyone who lived through the 1980s will tell you - things could be a lot worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-4249507379906079956?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/4249507379906079956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=4249507379906079956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/4249507379906079956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/4249507379906079956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2007/12/fun-boy-three-1980s-and-all-that.html' title='Fun Boy Three, the 1980s and all that....'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/R2kMq8KPAOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gmKJwVbjepQ/s72-c/BEST.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-6885097353388625419</id><published>2007-11-01T20:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:20:50.137Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter Puffer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jelly babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colds'/><title type='text'>The Surreal Life of Jelly Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/Ryo02kGKssI/AAAAAAAAAFw/U8CeW3w2XNU/s1600-h/solved-peterpuffer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127969237721854658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/Ryo02kGKssI/AAAAAAAAAFw/U8CeW3w2XNU/s320/solved-peterpuffer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was a child I had a very wierd book called "Peter Puffer's Fun Book" - it was great and I loved it - a bit like taking an acid trip - although of course I didn't know that at the time. One of the strories was about a family of jelly babies whose mum takes them to visit some relatives on an island by the sea. She tells them not to get their feet wet - but of course because their cousins (who I believe were sea anemones!) were and because the island was about a foot across they couldn't resist it and did - and that is why jelly babies have their feet stuck together. I have no idea why I was thinking about that story today except that I have been stuck at home with a sore throat and a cold. Feeling to groggy to even read a novel I had to resort to DVDs (Fleetwood Mac) and thinking about children's literature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-6885097353388625419?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/6885097353388625419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=6885097353388625419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/6885097353388625419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/6885097353388625419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2007/11/surreal-life-of-jelly-babies.html' title='The Surreal Life of Jelly Babies'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e2OSAIZtayE/Ryo02kGKssI/AAAAAAAAAFw/U8CeW3w2XNU/s72-c/solved-peterpuffer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8970258.post-2631355485763863589</id><published>2007-10-15T21:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T21:56:22.630+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Szirtes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minimalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neruda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simplicity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greek poetry'/><title type='text'>Paring down Poetry</title><content type='html'>Can you pare down poetry too much? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.georgeszirtes.co.uk/"&gt;George Szirtes&lt;/a&gt; taught me to cut some of the superfluous words from my poems and I can see that he was right.  After the initial shock last year of seeing my poetry with words, lines and even stanzas crossed out I looked again and was able to immediately see that without a doubt my poetry is better for it.  It is stronger, clearer, more direct, it speaks in its own voice without getting bogged down in ands and buts and explanatory lines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minimal poetry is also the kind of poetry that I prefer to read myself - poets like Lorca and Neruda. Poetry that appears simple yet the beauty of the language can bring tears to your eyes and make your heart sing with joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find myself wondering though is whether poetry can become too refined? Does the constant paring down mean that you might lose some essence of the original poem?  Will I keep obsessively paring down my words until each line is but a single word? Will my poem eventually be simply a blank page?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is without a doubt great beauty in silence, but in the silence of choice not that of procrastination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8970258-2631355485763863589?l=pupart.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/feeds/2631355485763863589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8970258&amp;postID=2631355485763863589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/2631355485763863589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8970258/posts/default/2631355485763863589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupart.blogspot.com/2007/10/paring-down-poetry.html' title='Paring down Poetry'/><author><name>pupski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06090382196937582571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17941278249163562803'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>