"Bounce and Rhyme," the handbill reads, "FREE for Babies under Three!" So we bring ours. We arrive at the library ten mi...

The piano may not have been drinking, but I have; to a civilized degree. Purloined from the original German, here ; the root and trace of it...

Gustave Doré, 1886.   In a good mood, then, I leave my wife dawdling over the pram in the more sanitary side of town and duck into the s...

Christmas Trees have taken over our Pavements, Creeping out under cover of Darkness, Flood Warnings, Dragged out out of  bed to s...

There was a time when all was word, from font of crackling spindle Searing Moses ear, to Albert James Freed on the AM dial. Before that too,...

..." La Fleur De Barbe " is not among those eight recordings of Dubuffet's reissued by İlhan Mimaroğlu on " Mu...

"Bowery Bum (May 1964) is the piece that occasioned my association with Dubuffet and opened the way to my discovery of his own extrao...

This post has been amended, pending investigation into possible po-facedness. Sleep. No, not the recumbent John Giorno from Warhol's 321...

Antonio Prohías, 1961. " A Ha to Doctor Johnson Said Scipio Africanus Lift up my Roman Petticoat and kiss my *@!$! Anus " - Willi...

Of all those odd jumbles of vowels my son brings with him to the world - the gurgles; yelps; indian war whoops - broken consonants, riddles,...

To those of you who looked no farther than the sacrificial goat, you left the feast empty bellied; to those of you who asked no more from pa...

Recorded in Escape Studios, Kent, 1977; produced by Speedy "Thunderclap" Keen(e). Written by Ian Kilminster. ▼ MOTÖRHEAD: MOTÖR...

A knife. A fork. And the forceps not so small, nothing remotely tidy, or encircling in pentameter. Two feet and a long syllable; drawn out, ...

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. The encroaching murmur of sleigh bells. The due date came and went as the ice fastened and snow drifted. On our tri...

"I'm a Buddhist. In case of an emergency call a Lama.” - Col. Vincent Kane The fly had been following the end of my brush for close...

Why. Those unholy Oreaganomics get better and unrulier by the minute. Straight from the lips of lapsed ordainment: " We had to m...

So. Here we are, then. Surrounded by a jumble of unopened boxes still, the lingering itch from a hastily amputated limb. We packed the parac...

Fiends; roamings; scribblings. Let me begin, before apologising for my protracted absence, by stalling just long enough to ease a splin...

kingston, 1976, photographer unknown. Overtaken by a weakness to bludgeon the house senseless with a royal flush of dubs, the bleacher...

On threading our rented trolley between the aisles of a supermarket, we acquired a bottle of bath oil. As one does. " Revive & Rest...

Twenty-two floors above, the green JCBs resemble not so much a rise of the machines as their last bronchial rattle. Scrabbling in the dirt...