The writer believes in common courtesy above most other things and, as such, feels that he should introduce himself to those listees to whom he remains a stranger. He is telling you the positions to which reality has driven his own life, and he thinks you may be interested enough to consider them. He is a dandy and a do-gooder; a brick and a bohemian; a fop but not, we�re told, a Fabian. He enjoys inventing curiously-mixed similes and installing them into the popular consciousness through the medium of idle chatter. His latest offering is �Gay as a bastard� (eg. Of course they�re staring; you look gay as a bastard in that blouse.) He spends his spare time scanning internet diaries for references to himself. He may, eventually, find the motivation to write his own web-journal, making such vicarious affirmations unnecessary. References to himself in every entry! Just *imagine*! He enjoys fine wine, dancing, and class warfare. He has a habit of throwing odd references and quotes into his sentences without acknowledging them, just to see whether anyone will notice and interject in order to appear learned. Nobody notices. As such, he has not yet been prosecuted for plagiarism. In the interest of balance, he also habitually attributes his own words to random figures of greater renown. (If he's honest, this is about toying with concepts of authorship and authority, and the blind respect accorded to any words placed within quote-marks. A matter on which Rainer Maria Rilke, of course, often wrote). He can regularly be found preaching outside tube stations, his medium being well-polished cufflinks. He recently received three separate offers of sexual congress within the space of five minutes. This is because he looks far wealthier than he really is. He spends more money than he can afford on Christmas records (Low�s Christmas, The Fortuna Pop! Compilation, Spector things�) in the belief that this will remind him of being young and feeling magical again. In fact, it simply reminds him of being young and having no money and how you had to moan at your parents until they relented and bought you things. He doesn�t *do* girlfriends. Recognising that we exist in motion, he struggles to find the necessary distance from which to comment upon himself. He occasionally even feels the need, for instance, to revert to using the Third Person. Ultimately, this all means that he quotes the words of Others far too regularly, in order to pin himself down in a suitably concise manner. The words of six year olds appear truer to him than many of his own well-worn wonderings: �I had a dream Not mean things this time. There was music crying last night I held a lot of things belonging to spring But when I woke up They would not come with me.� - Jane Reis. He is a member of the Baxendale 24-hour mini-Massive. He was approached by a gypsy, two weeks before New Year, who told him that he would be Very Lucky In Love for the remainder of the year. He spent the next two weeks at home with only his parents for company. He doesn�t *do* boyfriends. Lairy men regularly hum to themselves upon passing him in the street. Goodness alone knows what that's all about. He goes to gigs and spends much of the time bemoaning the fact that none of the sounds being played are anywhere *near* as good as his own pop songs. He has yet to complete a single one of his own pop songs. That said, his latest creation is a gorgeous slice of pun-pop, with synth cascades and overwhelmed lyrics of meek betrayal. The working-title? �Numan, All Too Numan�. This week�s favourite quote is by Theodore Roethke: �I�m someone else right now. Don�t tell my hands.� Mme. Nicholas Passant x Some would bemoan the lack of content. But you must, at least, enjoy the *form*. ===== ------------------------------------------ All words belong in the public sphere. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email at your own domain with Yahoo! Mail. http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+