—Can I ask you something?
—Sure, I guess.
—It’s just, you know. Why do they call you Titblisters, for God’s sake?
—I dunno. They just do. They always have.
—But it’s not your real name is it?
—I dunno. Yeah. Probably. Should I take my clothes off now?
—Okay.
—Only if you want me to, mate. I mean, don’t get too excited.
—Yeah. [...]
Archive for the ‘Class Warfare’ Category
Into the Mystic
Posted in Class Warfare on July 24, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Crossroads
Posted in Class Warfare on July 22, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Although deceptively simple, the blues is wide open, both grounded and evolving, and concealing something else. Far more than a style or genre of music, or even a mood, it is a testament . . . to what the horse knows when the whip comes down, as the rider spurs it on. (E. [...]
Trad Jazz Fad
Posted in Class Warfare on July 17, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
We went through this completely mad trad jazz fad a little while back. It was a rough time, all in all. Old men arrayed in shabby suits and women wearing strings of pearls rose from the heaving, fetid earth — ghouls, ghosts, and revenants emerging from the graves in which they’d lain — and started [...]
Safe As Milk
Posted in Class Warfare on December 20, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
High on a green and gently rounded hill the big house stands. It has stood there for many years, since long before the Civil War. Below it, in the morning light, the leafy tree-lined streets of Genreville spread out in a rectangular grid. Beyond them, where the world begins, on the edge of woods and [...]
The road goes on forever
Posted in Class Warfare on December 14, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
WORKSHOPPING THE REVOLUTION
WORLD LIBERATION THEATRE, 18 APRIL 1970
FREE ADMITTANCE, STARTS 2PM
“Don’t damn my groovy lifestyle, fascist boss!
I’m disobedient. Dig it. Chaos rocks!”
— Oh wow, that’s great.
— Not too bad, eh?
— No, yeah. It’s full on. Solid, mate.
— Thanks, Trev. But I’m not sure where to go next though.
— Something about Vietnam maybe?
— I suppose.
— Or [...]
Blonde Madchick
Posted in Class Warfare on December 14, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
It began on a long hot summer’s night. It began with a . . . well, let’s just play the tape.
<whirr, hiss, whine, pop>
“. . . of that?”
“Not really, no.”
“You think?”
“Yeah. Yeah, of course I do.”
“But what about fweedom?”
“In my opinion, Blonde Madchick, most people don’t want freedom. They like to say they want freedom, [...]
Birth to death in 58 seconds
Posted in Class Warfare on December 8, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
(fade in)
- And we shall name the child Scornful.
- Are you sure we should, my love?
- Why not? It’s bound to be a brat.
And then four dreary decades pass. Which brings us here.
- To a fair dinkum workingman’s pub in a no bullshit working-class suburb?
- Yeah. On a Tuesday afternoon, no less. It’s worse than [...]
