IT COULD BE VERSE

As well as being in ‘Star Trek’ and at least one other thing, Leonard Nimoy is also a humanitarian, a musician , a film director and a poet. Given his obvious ability at putting words into roughly even lines, it’s surprising that he isn’t as well known as Alfred Lord Tennyson in literary circles, but then I expect that’s probably a lot to do with snobbery - and taste.

Nimoy’s style is deceptively simple. Actually, it’s just simple – he doesn’t do deception. In strict contrast to his emotionless, logic driven portrayal of robot Dr. Spock, the real Leonard speaks from the heart, then commits it to paper, then publishes it with samples of his own photography. How wonderful it would be if every man could take the time out to express to his latest wife just how much he loves her, and how all the other wives were rubbish.

Here's a hors d'oeuvres of his oeuvre.

YOU FILL ME WITH YOUR LOVE

You fill me

With your love

You fill me

With your caring

You fill me

With your thoughts

You fill me

With your sharing

Now we're filling up. 

It is a little known fact that Unmann-Wittering has a soft spot for Captain & Tennille. There's nothing ironic about it, he genuinely likes their super cheerful Carpenters type music and, because Daryl and Toni are married, there's none of that creepy incestuous vibe to worry about. Here's a clip of Nimoy reciting his wonderful poetry to their musical accompaniment. 

  

Leonard, we love you. 

DOWN AND SAFE

LET YOUR EYES GO OUT OF FOCUS

Even in this increasingly moribund age of quiet despair and kill crazy postmen, there are still great discoveries to be made out there in the mysterious, mapless hinterland of the Charity Shop. For your consideration - 

Stewart Mong, Master Hypnotist. 

And remember, don't cross your legs.

OUR FAVOURITE CHILEAN PSYCHEDELIC FOLK DUO

Number One:
The Holydrug Couple 

They are in the UK at the moment, so please secure your doors, windows and minds before retiring. 

CELESTIAL WIZARD

'Maion! Lando! Trynos! Lavanteen! Hail! Hail! Hail! Xul! Tferd! Leira! Zad! Hail! Hail! Hail! Wilmuss! Zeneroid! Paltron! Yanaeus! Hail! Hail! Hail!'

Based on a true story.

MEGALITHIC

STONEHENGE is our spiritual home (and, between 1999-2002, also our actual home). 

Naturally, we collect postcards of this indescribably evil monument, anticipating the day when we will commandeer a car at gunpoint, show the frightened driver one of these pictures and say 'Take us there, now! And quickly, before the time vortex closes forever'.

YOUR MINDS ARE MINE

Taken from 'The Mysterious Strangers' (OniPress, 2013).

THE ZEN OF BLAKE'S SEVEN

 

 

You'll either know what this post is about or not, really, not that it is terribly important either way.

Basically, TOMTIT like Blakes 7, missing apostrophe and all. For some reason we identify with the story of a ramshackle bunch of criminals getting by on stolen technology and acts of petty vandalism. So much so that on our days off we dress up in boiler suits and silver wellies and go and stand outside industrial units and factories and pretend that they are Federation strongholds. Then we kill everybody and burn the place to the ground.

FEARLONO particularly sees a lot of himself in Soo Lin.