Die geheimen Tageb├╝cher von einer verderbten Existenz

Behind these gates you will hear my thoughts screaming like nerves under the sun and feel my emotion laughing to the empty ether.
Welcome Dear Wanderer, make yourself at home.
The road is long and tortuous and I hope you enjoy yourself.

Fraternally Yours,
Poison Creeper

Sunday, 17 June 2012


When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lover's eyes.

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and for myself no quiet find.




Sunday, 10 June 2012

We can Elude Control

A free day of sound and improvised electronics as the closing event for the Cerith Wyn Evans exhibition at the De La Warr Pavilion. With performances from:


Chris Carter & Cosey Fanni Tutti 
(Live remix of TG's final album Desertshore)
Nicholas Bullen (Napalm Death)
Russell Haswell
Ekoplekz
EVOL
Helm
Shelley Parker
Robert Curgenven
Lorrie Jayne Evans

Curated by Paul Purgas

3pm - 11pm / free admission

Performances will take place throughout the Pavilion and within Wyn Evans' "S=U=P=E=R=S=T=R=U=C=T=U=R=E" light and heat installation.

More information here:

http://www.dlwp.com/event/we-can-elude-control


Some Random Pictures of the day.


 Breakfast of the champions! 


Welcome to Bexhill :) 


























Tuesday, 5 June 2012

Life...

Second date, second night and he left with one of my T-Shirts and my favourite book.

food for thought I guess.

but I better not think about it longer than I did already.
;)