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Infamy, Infamy, they’ve all got it infamy! On Punk Names.

Body stuttering for breath, adrift on a warm high, metres deep in a wikihole brought on by watching Australian network television throwback TV show known as ‘Rage’ (I think it’s closest equivalent would be MTV 120 minutes, except the amazing cultural hall of mirrors policy here means that they will automatically play anything submitted by …

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On Borders

Omid was 23 when he set him self alight in the courtyard of Nauru processing centre (prison) this May, having been held captive there for nearly three years since been recognised as a ‘genuine’ refugee. Video came out of him screaming in agony as the flames engulfed him. Before flicking the lighter, he says “This is how tired we are. This action will prove how exhausted we are. I cannot take it any more.” Omid was not seen by a doctor for 22 hours, and died of his injuries. A few days after his death, a woman named Hodan Yasin, 21, attempted the same thing.

When it comes to self-immolation as protest, it is visibility which is at stake. You may rend my body invisible but you will taste this smoke. You will see me.  This method of protest is now so common that – get this – Australia imposes fines those found to have attempted it. Brutality as a ‘deterrent’ to desperate people has never, ever worked. What is missing in this equation is that desperate, traumatised people don’t make decisions in a vacuum. None of us do…

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Self-build: Grandmothers / Chroma and Efialtis Tour

We are leaving Zaragoza when I realise I’ve lost the necklace. A thin, slightly tarnished gold rope that belonged to my maternal grandmother is gone from my neck. It was the single exception to my rule about practical heirlooms. I say rule, but it is really more like one of those coincidences that becomes a …

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American February Part Two

After a night in a Big Sur motel among the redwoods and firs, where strange men wonder and stranger women wander, we make a stop at a lodge for a ridiculous breakfast where all the staff seemed to whisper, addressing everyone as ‘sweet pea.’ I don’t feel even slightly annoyed. We stop at the Henry …

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American February Part One

“Do you wanna go see Dee Dee?” So, we begin at Hollywood Forever. Zach’s on the way to Mexico on his motorbike, we meet him where the streets are wide and straight. I try one,two…four cups of Cafe de Olla. Here’s Johnny’s statue (his ashes are at home with Linda) and over there, Dee Dee’s …

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On Rihanna & Guy Debord / RIP Powerlunches

In honour of my slow stomp towards grande dame / gran damned status (thirty years old this month) I’ve given myself a blue rinse and am gonna retreat to listicle indulgence, hammering out these frayed thoughts with the retreating vigour, piss, spit and vinegar of an officially old gal (no apologies and all respects to …

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