I'm back for a bit. only for a bit, mind. I haven't time. And yet, and yet. Well, give me a smack if you see me on here too often. Also disagree with me liberally (by which I mean a lot, not, y'know, like you're one of those masachussetts pinkoes necessarily) if you want to, that'd be fun. I will node my homework and fuck off back to life again. Have to say though, no other medium of publication offers quite the immediacy of response that this does, for better or worse. Thanks for saying nice things, and also for pointing out that I'm a complete tosspot. (Cute little anglicism for you there.) Right. I have an essay to write and it's 4.28 am, so you'll excuse me.
it occurs to me I should say, that I've more or less gone away. I didn't really mean to, but it happened nevertheless, rather like the way the first sentence rhymed. Still, I check messages occasionally, and talk shit about Winchester College, so tell me if you think my writing is magnificently wise or appalling shit, or if you take vigorous issue with my assertions- though all these things feel like they were written about a million years ago, by someone else, so I may not be able to exert much will to defend them if so.
The rest of this stuff may as well stay, as a monument to taste past. I hope you're very well and lead as happy a life as is consistent with not becoming a cunt. For what it's worth, I still think this is a magnificent idea, and it's eminently possible that one day I'll start posting again.
I realise there is a tendency for departing homenode words to read a little like first drafts of lifetime achievement award acceptance speeches, and I apologise that mine does little to buck this trend.
With all good wishes, or love, or whatever you feel the appropriate sentiment is
Archie
5 books you should read
5 albums you should hear
5 films you should see
5 plays you should attend or put on
The Changeling by Thomas Middleton
One For The Road by Harold Pinter
This Is Our Youth by Kenneth Lonergan
Gagarin Way by Gregory Burke
Dance of Death by August Strindberg
(and Shakespeare, of course)
and these poets are good
I don't know you, but I think if you like this stuff, we're going to get along fine
these people or things also deserve your attention, and mine
(in no particular order)
the earl of rochester who has nothing to do with jane eyre
mr milton
john dryden
william wycherley
raymond carver
joyce carol oates
philip roth
saul bellow
thomas wyatt
A E Housman
w h auden
t s eliot
charles bukowski
bhartrhari
norman mailer
rainer maria rilke
Arthur Miller
pushkin
chekhov
patrick marber
p g wodehouse
ray loriga
wallace stevens
robert lowell
thomas carew
voltaire
ben jonson
john updike
ernest hemingway
F. Scott Fitzgerald
jonathan swift
laurence sterne
matthew arnold
rupert brooke
paul auster
charlotte bronte and her sister emily
jane austen
john cheever
john clare
dorothy parker
thomas more
lampedusa
flannery o'connor
l p hartley
ralph waldo emerson
william carlos williams
walt whitman
ezra pound
william faulkner
gentlemen prefer blondes
but gentlemen marry brunettes
yevgeny zamyatin
did I say john donne?
sigur ros
the smiths
nina simone
billie holliday
hefner, and I don't care what anyone else says
the divine comedy
sidney bechet
radiohead, obviously
lambchop
joy division
bright eyes, that is, conor oberst (and I wish these people would just use their frickin' names too)
the books
the be good tanyas
chet baker
ed harcourt
beck
nick cave
tom waits
gil scott-heron
james yorkston, only on the strength of one song, but I think he merits investigation
N*E*R*D
peaches
stina nordenstam
bjork
trash money
ugly duckling
fats waller
neil young
I don't care: coldplay and travis and fuck you
willis
rough trade compilations
the white stripes
the moldy peaches
sonic youth
ryan adams
the polyphonic spree
interpol
george harrison
faultline
akufen
the flaming lips
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