[Editor’s Note: Tunnock McNulty sent a preview of this essay to KLF founder and performance art renegade Bill Drummond, “as he is known for his interests in psychogeography and the minutiae of pop histories.” Drummond, who also provided a foreword for McNulty’s book Fun Buggy in 2004, returned the following feedback … ] Sitting in […]
May 28, 2013 by lars russell
I was literally holding the fence when it happened. The woman came struggling and shrieking as a security man shoved her, scooting her resistant legs really, across the concrete floor; then he opened the gate right next to me and threw her out. The fence was in fact only a waist-high railing around the open-air […]
September 19, 2010 by lars russell
The roses are going wild. Their blooms stick out through glittering tents. The broken greenhouse makes up one entire city block, a jagged surf of canopies ensnared with flowers and fallen glass. In a city of recognizable trifles, San Francisco’s most undiscovered landmark is locked away next to a reservoir and between two forking highways, […]
July 30, 2006 by lars russell
He had to cross the belly of the island, which is a lot easier than crossing it the other way—and Humph knows because he did that once. Nevertheless it was a pronounced walk. Humph felt easy about it in the way, when you confront the immense but finite, there is a kind of irrepressible satisfaction. […]
June 15, 2006 by beat valley
I went with my dad to a cookout. A birthday party for one of his climbing buddies. I saw a National Geographic from 1946 and a homeless man eating the food kept asking if anyone remembered the Savings and Loan scandal. No one would admit it!
May 26, 2006 by beat valley
When my bike was flat I walked to work. The next time I rode was quite windy. I turned a corner and gusts caught my beard like a sail!
July 24, 2005 by lars russell
When I don’t know where to begin you say start at the beginning. But I don’t remember the very beginning. I must start with what I remember. Everywhere we were caught up in terror and we had to fend for ourselves. The demand was silence and yet I had nothing to be silent about. When […]
January 25, 2005 by lars russell
Everything happens for a reason. Everything that comes our way is won, right? Teach em up and kids get right after that intimacy with god or perfection of wisdom chasing like it’s the fucking milk truck and no one wants to end up with gold teeth. Eventually the wake grows so wide only image left […]
November 6, 2014 by beat valley
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