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Poetry is alive. It’s vibrant. It’s language that’s made to dance.

Or at least that is how it should be.

On the page though it can feel less so. Like fossilised remains. echoes of something long since gone.

The Oral tradition is where it all began. It was all we had – before we developed written language everything was spoken. Everything was heard. Stories were told around fires. Words were shared only in person. This ancient lineage gives the words a power that simply cannot be attained when you slap shit onto pieces of dead tree. Just speaking them out loud gives them a life they can never have when they remain solely on the page. There is a sense of communion between performer and listener, an alchemy that transforms inkblots into fireflies.

And so i begin to release work as audio. To break down the barriers between myself, the words, and you.

Look at me being all earnest and shit. It’s almost as if that crunchy, sarcastic and deeply cynical shell I present to the world hides a gooey centre of sincerity and feelings and stuff.


::::Guerilla Monologue thee 2nd::::

More improvised excess wherein I compare stability to death. Also, I reveal my strange love of train travel.

::::Guerilla Monologue #01::::

A few days ago I ended up on the streets on Glasgow with a friend wielding a video camera.

For What Purpose i Cannot Reveal.

Let’s just say that it ended up with me improvising some words and that there was a separate audio recording of this.

So, EITHER/OR/BORED presents….

T h e    G u e r i l l a    M o n o l o g u e s.

This is the story of a Girl who could pass between the cracks of overlapping reality. There may be hedonism and self-harm involved. That might be a Trigger Warning.

::::Cali B @ audio::::


::::glasgow hip hop battle final::::

I have a knack for ending up randomly at hiphop nights. Here’s the final from the battles at one in audio from yesterday evening. Was a sweet night.

Not much in the way of punctuation up in here but regardless enjoy this essay by William S. Burroughs. It originally appeared in Telos magazine in the 70s and can be found as an appendix in most copies of ‘the ticket that exploded’ – my copy of which is somewhere in Cardiff.


what we see is determined to a large extent by what we hear
you can verify this proposition by a simple experiment – turn off the sound track of your television set and substitute an arbitrary sound track prerecorded on your tape recorder street sounds music conversation recordings of other television programs
you will find that the arbitrary sound track seems to be appropriate and is in fact determining your interpretation of the film track on screen
people running for a bus in piccadilly with a sound track of machine-gun fire looks like 1917 petrograde
you can extend the experiment by using recorded material more or less appropriate to the film track
for example take a political speech on television shut off sound track and substitute another speech you have prerecorded
hardly tell the difference isn’t much record sound track of one danger man from uncle spy program run it in place of another and see if your friends can’t tell the difference
it’s all done with tape recorders
consider this machine and what it can do it can record and play back activating a past time set by precise association
a recording can be played back any number of times
you can study and analyze every pause and inflection of a recorded conversation why did so and so say just that or this just here
play back so and so’s recordings and you will find out what cues so and so in you can edit a recorded conversation retaining material which is incisive witty and pertinent
you can edit a recorded conversation retaining remarks which are boring flat and silly
a tape recorder can play back fast slow or backwards you can learn to do these things record a sentence and speed it up now try imitating your accelerated voice play a sentence backwards and learn to unsay what you just said . . . such exercises bring you a liberation from old association locks

Click to continue reading The Invisible Generation

After I had recorded Having Breath and posted it on facebook, a friend asked me to do a couple of her poems too. Here they be.

An Angel

Had a job. Lost a job. It was a shitty job anyway. Still, I did need the money.


I was riding the train to nextville to withdraw all my money because i’ve lost my bankcard for the second time in a month and we need to eat. I’m reading J.G. Ballard and ocassionally staring out of the window, when suddenly i take the fancy to do something writing. I whip out my oldskool handmedown blackberry and bash something out. Then I think to myself “I’m gonna record this and stick it up on Fledgling Writing!”

Later, back home, with the vestiges of my bank account in my back pocket, i hide away in my bedroom and, using an old phone which is now the house mobile (which was also a handmedown) I record the reading, bluetooth it to my laptop, convert it to an mp3 and upload it to soundcloud.

Then i write a post which is somewhat but not entirely similar to this one.

But then I listen to the recording on soundcloud. It’s full of artifacts and sounds like crap. This will not stand, so i go looking for somewhere else to host the raw mp3. But then I discover that I cannot embed it here, because facebook are dinks. Then I get the idea to stick it on youtube, but you cannot just upload an mp3 to youtube so I fire up windows movie maker, throw up a photo I took and manipulated at some point in the nearfar, add the recording and export. Then I upload it to youtube.

So, then I write a post which is somewhat but not entirely similar to this one.
And my laptop overheats.
So, here I go again, one last time. It’s called ‘having breath’ and for now it is a Fledgling Writing Wing exclusive.

Except, now it isn’t.

Here’s the internet archive page for it

Jimi Hendrix tape portrait

Speaking of the casette tape there is this absolutely mammoth post over at murketing that is full of crunchy links to click and digest as well as a shit load of pictures, like the one above, to gawk at.

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Hipsters are tooo cute!
Also, exactly how far behind on the trends are The Guardian? Bless their little cotton socks! You’d think with all the blogs they’ve got going they’d be a little more in touch…

“I grew up listening to tapes,” says Canadian Al Bjornaa, who set up his label Scotch Tapes in 2008. “It was kind of cool how each tape sounded different depending on what cassette deck you used.” Bjornaa even reuses old cassettes as well as fresh blanks. “You can sometimes still hear the original music playing behind the new tracks. It adds a certain something that makes each cassette unique.” And unlike MP3s, which encourage the listener to dismantle albums into their constituent tracks, the cassette “helps preserve the notion of ‘the album’ as a complete work of art.”

Bjornaa admits that nostalgia plays a part. People old enough to remember the importance of cassette labels in the post-punk years (one indie genre, C86, even took its name from a tape sold via the NME) are aligning themselves with a long DIY tradition. They are also the home-taping generation. An iTunes playlist, easily burned on to multiple CDs, can never be a labour of love in the same way as a mix tape brought to life through hours hunched over the pause button, perfecting clunk-free segues.

Children of the 80s, too, are affectionately revisiting the format on which they first discovered music. “What you grew up with just sounds right,” says 22-year-old Brad Barry, a student at the University of Texas who hosts a weekly cassette-only radio show called C60 Radio. Meanwhile, people who sport cassette-themed Urban Outfitters‘ T-shirts or iPhone cases are just using it as a retro prop in the never-ending 80s revival.

Return of the audio cassette | Music | The Guardian.

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William S. Burroughs talking at a workshop

Tied in knots. Blog suffering. My most profuse of apologies.

But I’m untangling myself just long enough to bring you some choice audio. Brought to light by Jason Louv over at Dangerous Minds:

The Naropa University Archive Project is preserving and providing access to over 5000 hours of recordings made at Naropa University in Boulder, Colorado. The library was developed under the auspices of the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics (the university’s Department of Writing and Poetics) founded in 1974 by poets Anne Waldman and Allen Ginsberg. It contains readings, lectures, performances, seminars, panels and workshops conducted at Naropa by many of the leading figures of the U.S.literary avant-garde.

The collection represents several generations of artists who have contributed to aesthetic and cultural change in the postmodern era. The Naropa University Archive Project seeks to enhance appreciation and understanding of post-World War II American literature and its role in social change, cultural criticism, and the literary arts through widespread dissemination of the actual voices of the poets and writers of this period. Current interest in Oriental religions, environmentalism, political activism, ethnic studies, and women’s consciousness is directly indebted to the work of these New American Poets, writers and musicians.

Funding for this project was provided by the National Endowment for the Arts, the National Endowment for the Humanities, Save America’s Treasures, the GRAMMY Foundation, the Internet Archive, the Collaborative Digitization Program, and private donors. If this collection is important to you please help us preserve it with your donations.

There are mad metric tons of stuff to be found here. Interesting stuff. Stuff worthy of your time, if you have the time.  I’ve barely scratched the surface of what is up in this archive. If your at all interested in writing, Burroughs, Kerouac, Ginsberg and the whole beat thing then this is a motherlode of psychotextural awesome right here. I’ve just spent over an hour listening to one recording, Burroughs talking at a Jack Kerouac conference. He starts off talking about Kerouac and writing in general and ends with a Q&A session that spreads over into the second part. You can barely hear the questions but the answers are always interesting. Here’s a rough contents list of the first part cribbed from a comment on the Internet Archive page.

1:00: A writer writes
5:00: K sets up WSB with a Trust Fund? No Burroughs millions?
8:00: Writing marks a man- any writing is totally revealing (if you know how to read).
13:00: What is a writer actually doing? Making the reader aware of what they know and doesn’t know he knows.
20:00: First version=best? Worked for K, not WSB
28:00: Comparison of Gatsby and OTR
31:00: Alcoholism and the writer (writing in a state of stress)
31:30: Do you use a word processor?
32:20: Seeing in images as opposed to words. How do you conjure up these images?
32:45: What the hell was THAT question? Love is a mixture between sex and liking.
32:30: Why didn’t you publish XXXXX?
34:00: Why are we seeing more of you lately?
34:30: Joyce/K influence?
35:00: K wsb influence direction?
35:40: Writer needs time?
37:00: Cutup process?

Anyway, have at it!

Part one:

part two:

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If you find anything amazingly awesome in the archive i’d love to hear about it!

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