"Although the city was soon choking on its own effluent again, the value of night soil and animal dung was still firmly engrained in people's minds - particularly since seventeenth-century Londoners had discovered the pleasures of fruit and vegetables grown in their own manure."
Hungry City - Carolyn Steel
Check out Spoox Magazine's newest issue #6 !!!! Audio magazine featuring the Knowles Eddy Knowles track "Teddy's World", from "Soundtrack for the Holding Environment" (2008) http://spooxmagazine.org/
Check out Spoox Magazine's newest issue #6 !!!! Audio magazine featuring the Knowles Eddy Knowles track "Teddy's World", from "Soundtrack for the Holding Environment" (2008) http://spooxmagazine.org/
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Some 15 minutes after having been abandoned at the Perla Mode by an American living in Zurich, I found him again at another opening at a small exhibition space called Les Complices. He made some comment about how I was typically Canadian because of the desire I expressed (which admittedly had structured my last 5 years) to keep going out rather than back to North America. I had not assigned value to my statement, and in my view it could indeed be taken as a lack of control and capriciousness. The space, which had a DJ playing, was a queer art space. I was not sure if my jocular, drunk brotherness was appreciated, and I was in the mood to joke. Out front one of the drunk women, who turned out to be a Canadian from Montreal, tried to convince her acquaintances to go out to a non-gay place to dance. She appeared to be quite drunk, and unless I was mistaken, the other two were not very fond of her. She had pimples. The other two returned to their friends inside and I was left, so she asked me and I thought, why not, I'd like to go dancing. We walked arm in arm down the street to a place right on Langstrasse. She joked with the bouncer who tried to remain stern, they were obviously familiar with each other, and it made me feel that this was a small town. Inside it was hip hop night, and various large men rocked back and forth in the red velvet surroundings. She knew someone (although they claimed they hadn't known each other before) and they began talking. She asked me to buy her a drink, but I really had no money on me. This other girl seemed to be looking for someone to go home with. They asked me if I wanted to fuck, said that it was what everyone in the room wants. I joked that I was a virgin and the girl believed me, appeared to take pity on me, which made me uncomfortable when I retracted the statement she asked me what kind of lover I was. I motioned to some of the large men standing near the turntables "maybe they want to fuck." She considered this and went to see about it. When the lesbian's back was also turned I used the opportunity to slip out the front door with my backpack on. I walked home along the vacant street car lines. I kept thinking of the girl's sad expression when she said she came to the bar quite regularly, but no one had interest in fucking her. It made me kind of sad too.
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