Echoing Dr Who's "The Green Death":
Ghost Slug found in Cardiff
A carnivorous slug which sucks worms in "like spaghetti" has been found in British gardens for the first time, biologists said.
The Ghost Slug, which has never been seen before in Europe, has turned up in a garden in Cardiff and nearby Caerphilly to the amazement of experts.
A similar type of creature - which is completely white and without eyes - is normally found in Turkey and Georgia.
Thursday, 10 July 2008
Monday, 23 June 2008
Inconstant SHELLowness leads to Evil
Mad Max II comes to the UK.... It was bound to happen...
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/7469216.stm
Farmer's wife dies in diesel raid
A farmer's wife has died and her son left badly injured after a raider tried to steal fuel at a County Durham farm.
Police said William and Rosemary Dove spotted a man taking diesel from a pump at East House farm in Bishop Middleham, on Sunday night.
Mrs Dove, 68, collapsed and died shortly after making a 999 call to alert police to the raid.
Her son, James, suffered a broken hip and head injuries after being clipped by the thief's getaway vehicle.
He was taken to the University Hospital of North Tees, where his injuries are described as non-life threatening.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/7469216.stm
Farmer's wife dies in diesel raid
A farmer's wife has died and her son left badly injured after a raider tried to steal fuel at a County Durham farm.
Police said William and Rosemary Dove spotted a man taking diesel from a pump at East House farm in Bishop Middleham, on Sunday night.
Mrs Dove, 68, collapsed and died shortly after making a 999 call to alert police to the raid.
Her son, James, suffered a broken hip and head injuries after being clipped by the thief's getaway vehicle.
He was taken to the University Hospital of North Tees, where his injuries are described as non-life threatening.
Saturday, 21 June 2008
The Blade Of My Sensibilities
A while back, I fed the "Heuristic England" blog through a Markov Chain Language Generator. I was very pleasantly surprised by the results. The sentences appeared to manifest the germ of a hallucinatory reality that pointed out to myself at least personal truths but with the furniture of english heretic subject matter. In other words a hint of a personal mythos, encapsulating the imagistic totems of my external pre-occupations. In fact one of the most esoteric aims of English Heretic was exactly this. It's also been my intention to develop a creative mythos from English Heretic... the web site being a demonstration of an heuristic and emerging system, from which to launch a platform of hermetic fiction. The results of the Markov Chain experiment seem to bear witness to that intention. Whilst they might appear somewhat ellipitical, the following examples to me feel very significant and represent a set of results I intend to mine, exhaustively. As I alluded to, in the recent online interview at musique machine, they perhaps represent the instruction manuals for the furniture of my future imagination:
The family, I found out from polite if somewhat diversionary conversation, came to the french windows and opened them to the ground and hand cuffed, my wife rushed into our attic study.
It was Wyard who was attempting to embroil himself a fantasy of discovery of the coven's woodland procession.
With his last strength Wyard fell into the room from some ante chamber within the predicted parameters of the woman at the achingly timeless hamlet of Bix Bottom
Back in the afternoon, he noticed the movements of brutal murder, a ceremonial nature and the nihilistic abyss of the right foot
I decided I would use the May Day Bank Holiday weekend to visit Medmenham abbey and the clock against the marble mantelpiece.
Neglecting to properly dry out the tape, Wyard carelessly hacked at the boundaries of an aristocratic Satanist, Johnny Alucard.
Bush choreographed the film's most chilling moment arguably being the emergence of the town's future petty criminals
A low budget cult film from 1969, called "Blood On Satan's Claw, by an anomic gang of sociopaths led by Neal Collins' sibling.
Mostly his findings consisted of no more than a trivial detritus jettisoned from the film set intent on preventing me from carrying out my researches
Neglecting to properly dry out the tape, Wyard carelessly hacked at the centre of the online community
Two youths were being hauled violently from their stolen vehicle by a feeling of foolishness
Revolted and yet with a laurel of blossom: “the film's most chilling moment arguably being the emergence of the less desirable catchments”, my wife yelped excitedly
Within the forum, a clique of buffs had formed who were especially interested in the rotting remains of a neurotic past, washed upon the rippled beach of his more extrovert self, lurking on the sofa, his adolescence, the clouds would reverse at speed across the lawn.
Perhaps she was correct: maybe the church had been somewhat under whelmed by the cult
As I drove the short distance to a cliff edge
He like to imagine this cargo to be the assets of some grand conspiracy.
The meaningless of his more extrovert self, lurking on the 1960s into the unbearable light and the ruins of St. Bartolph's church
Close behind the ageing brown leather sofa on which stood an Art Nouveau clock
The maiden is forced to consummate a mock marriage, with a laurel of blossom: the film's one highlight: a classic calling down of count Dracula in the desert by Satan
For years he had ostensibly offered his hand in perspective.
A curious phenomenon: Wyard had a wooden veneer of the film
Seemingly suspicious of my adventure, I feel it is probably worth mentioning the rough outline of the room.
They were no longer basking sky ships, but penumbral watchers, monolithic guardians at the damp cellulose, the blade of his sensibilities reflected in a pathological reclusiveness, an English hikikomori.
The family, I found out from polite if somewhat diversionary conversation, came to the french windows and opened them to the ground and hand cuffed, my wife rushed into our attic study.
It was Wyard who was attempting to embroil himself a fantasy of discovery of the coven's woodland procession.
With his last strength Wyard fell into the room from some ante chamber within the predicted parameters of the woman at the achingly timeless hamlet of Bix Bottom
Back in the afternoon, he noticed the movements of brutal murder, a ceremonial nature and the nihilistic abyss of the right foot
I decided I would use the May Day Bank Holiday weekend to visit Medmenham abbey and the clock against the marble mantelpiece.
Neglecting to properly dry out the tape, Wyard carelessly hacked at the boundaries of an aristocratic Satanist, Johnny Alucard.
Bush choreographed the film's most chilling moment arguably being the emergence of the town's future petty criminals
A low budget cult film from 1969, called "Blood On Satan's Claw, by an anomic gang of sociopaths led by Neal Collins' sibling.
Mostly his findings consisted of no more than a trivial detritus jettisoned from the film set intent on preventing me from carrying out my researches
Neglecting to properly dry out the tape, Wyard carelessly hacked at the centre of the online community
Two youths were being hauled violently from their stolen vehicle by a feeling of foolishness
Revolted and yet with a laurel of blossom: “the film's most chilling moment arguably being the emergence of the less desirable catchments”, my wife yelped excitedly
Within the forum, a clique of buffs had formed who were especially interested in the rotting remains of a neurotic past, washed upon the rippled beach of his more extrovert self, lurking on the sofa, his adolescence, the clouds would reverse at speed across the lawn.
Perhaps she was correct: maybe the church had been somewhat under whelmed by the cult
As I drove the short distance to a cliff edge
He like to imagine this cargo to be the assets of some grand conspiracy.
The meaningless of his more extrovert self, lurking on the 1960s into the unbearable light and the ruins of St. Bartolph's church
Close behind the ageing brown leather sofa on which stood an Art Nouveau clock
The maiden is forced to consummate a mock marriage, with a laurel of blossom: the film's one highlight: a classic calling down of count Dracula in the desert by Satan
For years he had ostensibly offered his hand in perspective.
A curious phenomenon: Wyard had a wooden veneer of the film
Seemingly suspicious of my adventure, I feel it is probably worth mentioning the rough outline of the room.
They were no longer basking sky ships, but penumbral watchers, monolithic guardians at the damp cellulose, the blade of his sensibilities reflected in a pathological reclusiveness, an English hikikomori.
Thursday, 19 June 2008
Lavenham: The Medieval Disneyworld
Lavenham, much loved site of Heresy, famous for the witch burning scene in Reeves' Witchfinder General has been rebranded.... Personally I'd love it to become a medieval Disneyworld and would gladly volunteer to take part in the parade ... as Matthew Hopkins...
From Msn News:
"Planners rapped over cottage shade
Planners who ruled part of a white cottage should be painted pink have been accused of creating a "medieval Disneyworld" in a picturesque village.
Holly Bellingham was told the current shade of her five-bedroom grade one listed home in Lavenham, Suffolk breached planning rules.
Now she has been ordered to paint part of the property pink to comply with regulations"
From Msn News:
"Planners rapped over cottage shade
Planners who ruled part of a white cottage should be painted pink have been accused of creating a "medieval Disneyworld" in a picturesque village.
Holly Bellingham was told the current shade of her five-bedroom grade one listed home in Lavenham, Suffolk breached planning rules.
Now she has been ordered to paint part of the property pink to comply with regulations"
Thursday, 1 May 2008
Medieval Ontology Today: Garden Of Earthly Delights
I often find the comments on The Sun's message board contain interesting religious and apocalyptic visions.... the following Boschean images are snippets from a recent headline item, which I suspect readers will have no difficulty guessing..
1]This evil monster should be stoned to death, hung and left to swing or better still thrown to the tigers/lions and torn apart. He deserves to suffer after what he has done.
2]This guy's pure evil!!!! He even looks like Sadam!
3]I hope that when the time comes for him to die and he meets his
maker I hope he is cast into an eternity of hell and damnation.
4]This is the kind of sex fiend who should automatically be castrated as part of his sentence.
So constructing a narrative from the imagery:
we have...a criminal is cast into a pit of damnation. A giant knife first cuts off his testicles, he is then tied to a post stoned and hanged. He is then taken down and thrown to an arena of lions and tigers which tear him apart. another one is cast into the pit, he looks exactly like the last.. this cycle goes on forever.
I suspect most of the commentators are not familiar with Bosch, though they do manage to create a vista that impressively recapitulates his "Garden of Earthly Delights"
The American writer Peter S. Beagle describes Bosch's painting as 'an erotic derangement that turns us all into voyeurs, as a place filled with the intoxicating air of perfect liberty', which i think has interesting correspondences with the news item these commentators are grasping at providing justice for. The endless diagrams of the cellar architecture look like DIY manuals, for future interior designers intent on creating their own place filled with the intoxicating air of perfect libertinism...
1]This evil monster should be stoned to death, hung and left to swing or better still thrown to the tigers/lions and torn apart. He deserves to suffer after what he has done.
2]This guy's pure evil!!!! He even looks like Sadam!
3]I hope that when the time comes for him to die and he meets his
maker I hope he is cast into an eternity of hell and damnation.
4]This is the kind of sex fiend who should automatically be castrated as part of his sentence.
So constructing a narrative from the imagery:
we have...a criminal is cast into a pit of damnation. A giant knife first cuts off his testicles, he is then tied to a post stoned and hanged. He is then taken down and thrown to an arena of lions and tigers which tear him apart. another one is cast into the pit, he looks exactly like the last.. this cycle goes on forever.
I suspect most of the commentators are not familiar with Bosch, though they do manage to create a vista that impressively recapitulates his "Garden of Earthly Delights"
The American writer Peter S. Beagle describes Bosch's painting as 'an erotic derangement that turns us all into voyeurs, as a place filled with the intoxicating air of perfect liberty', which i think has interesting correspondences with the news item these commentators are grasping at providing justice for. The endless diagrams of the cellar architecture look like DIY manuals, for future interior designers intent on creating their own place filled with the intoxicating air of perfect libertinism...
Sunday, 13 April 2008
About time too the c**nts
thus was the comment by the bald headed, cockney gangster standing in the middle of the Carpenter's Arms following English Heretic's unwitting literal invocation of the lines "Silence, silence, the living God beyond decay..." as their amps blew half way through opening the Mithraic Stargate. Undeterred by the disdain of the hackneyed henchman, English Heretic will be venturing North this weekend to play at the wonderful termite festival in Leeds. We will be performing our ritual electronics on Sunday 20th April at the Hyde Park Picture House.
Tuesday, 1 April 2008
The future furniture of my imagination
For those interested, there is an interview with English Heretic over at Musique Machine conducted by Roger Batty.
Read here
Dr Champagne holds forth from his think tank.
Read here
Dr Champagne holds forth from his think tank.
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