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THE MUSO

Comic Book Hero is rock on hairy legs. He knows what to say, how to say it, and how to play it.

The WORK.

Sunsets and Car Wrecks

Make it through one day and
What, you’re never going to fall
Wake up, because like all good streaks
An end comes to them all

More music available at CBH’s Myspace.

THE OVERVIEW

You know the one thing, that I think personally that has meaning and feeling in everyone’s life; is music. Not because of the fact that they listen to it, but because of the fact it puts feeling into everyone. I think music influenced my life from the word go. Everything I could hear I just put a beat to or make a rhythm out of it. Music influences everyone’s life, whether it is singing in the shower; which I’m sure a lot of people do, I do it; or just listening to the radio. This is why I decided to play music. I learnt piano from 8 years old and then just listened to all different types of music. I mainly play by ear, but the moment I picked up guitar I fell in love. It’s like the Dante’s peak of my romance. Anything I do now involves music and guitar. I decided I really wanted to express a lot of feelings cause I always did have trouble expressing them myself, so I just wrote them out and started adding guitar to it and before I knew it I was like dam that’s a song. I think music does put across a lot of messages, but the greatest thing to me is the fact that people can interpret it anyway they choose which makes music a creative illusion. I strive to become something big I’ve always wanted to be remembered by something intense and something that would never be forgotten. A song to me that makes a difference to peoples live is something that will never be forgotten so ill certainly stick to music, till that song is made.

INTERVIEW (Where the subject selects a series of questions from a list, to answer.)

•1. What is the most interesting sexual experience of your life so far?

That is the most exciting question I’ve ever had, um probably with one girl named Ashley, her and I ripped up a good 5 hours of sexual time man it was wild. She was the beautifulest girl. You know like the girl of your dreams type of thing, but unfortunately didn’t last long enough. Now it’s down to my own fun time.

•2. Who do you wish you could kill, and why?

Probably bon jovi cause he’s like me, but more famous 

•3. What was the worst heartbreak you’ve ever received?

Probably getting cheated on by not so good looking girl

•4. What TV show do you most like?

2 and a half man so hilarious, but probably more rugby league.

•5. What is the most interesting drug experience of your life?

Taking purple acid, That dam right nearly killed me but I loved everyone that’s why it was so good.

•6. How do you think you’d cope as a member of the opposite gender?

Good cause I could look at my boob and vag everyday, but bad cause I couldn’t handle guys cracking on to me or could I?

•7 What is the meaning of life?

Meaning of life is ‘Your life is already set, but you get to choose the highways you go down or up’ and love…

•8 Where would you be if you weren’t where you are?

Right now id be in a mansion with 5 of the sexiest pornstars in the world.

•9 What happened that put you in the situation you’re now in?

Just the fact that im a kid and we do what we wanna do! Until responsibility comes along.

•10 What’s the most you’ve ever hurt somebody?

Didn’t turn up to a date with a girl because she was a mother.

THE PLUG

Comic Book Hero Myspace.

The Writer:
Fog is a writer of considerable variety. His work stretches from politics to the ponderings of everyday life, but it is always injected with a certain poetic voice.

The Work
Old Man Wicker Chair

old man wicker chair,
bared frayed thread,
well travelled unravelled,
split canes in curves,
nails and bands bending,
hues bedimmed and bleeding.

its vigour vanquished,
by buttocks descent,
enduring eons throughout,
mottled, lined and cracking,
past pristine allure,
abated, now fated, for tip.

settling within its,
clutching arms akimbo,
give knowing embrace,
of friends of ages unseen,
cane creaking hugs rekindling,
momentary mementoes, mistily.

(copyright mountain fog 2008)

The Overview
I write prose and poetry, also operatic libretto and musical theatre. I also direct for the stage, design etc. I write poetry as a means of releasing emotions within, it started about 15 years ago, before that I had never written poetry. I write for me, not as a form of entertainment for others, however, it is always nice, and often amazing to me, that others seem to like what I do.

I’m not sure I can answer the “how” question, well, maybe I can describe the setting that I work in; at a specifically designed desk, which is hand painted with murals by my mother and one of my nieces and a nephew covering the exterior; the desk part folds out of the old antique wardrobe and inside are shelves I had made, so when it is closed, it looks like an extraordinary work of art, depicting ancient Egyptian motifs.

I tend to write at night, I prefer to be alone, in my writing room by myself, but not necessarily alone in the house. I try to be a consistent worker but, the vicissitudes of life, and the rises and falls of mood, mean I can catch a creative wave one night, but miss it altogether the next, sometimes that can happen within moments of each other.

I write in reflection of past experiences, also about present day happenings, and sometimes, a tangential journey from an idea, or statement, or single thought, leads me to places I previously had not thought about.

Part of me does like to entertain others, but I am also very realistic, in that I do not see myself ever achieving any great heights of distinction, nor recognition, so I keep myself in the present, and write when I feel urged to do so.

My poetry is often like that, something drives me to express myself that way, and I do not know why, or have much control over it, as it usually comes out in a stream, a flow sometimes as a fast torrent of words, which sometimes later on I have to adjust slightly to make the music of the language balanced and keep the momentum. I write both in long hand and typing, depends where I am when I wish to write.

In a nutshell, I love the musicality of the english language; through alliteration, assonance and juxtaposition of consonants and ideas, I feel my work breathe, I feel its ‘life force’, and hear its moods. That, in itself, is reward enough.

THE INTERVIEW (In which out Interviewee chooses out of a set of questions to give us some answers).

• 1. What is the most interesting sexual experience of your life so far?
For the last 15 years, masturbation has been the ONLY experience!!
Prior to that, making love for 10 hours continuously on one monumental occasion!

• 2. Who do you wish you could kill, and why?
MUGABE…for obvious reasons!

• 3. What was the worst heartbreak you’ve ever received?
Losing someone I was in love with, (unrequited) through their unexpected suicide.

• 4. What TV show do you most like?
Depends, comedy; it varies, Vicar of Dibley, many other English comedy programmes, Black Adder was great, Get Smart, Hogans Heroes, Beverly Hillbillies, I Dream of Jeanie, Bewitched, Simpsons, documentaries and exposes, historical research, war docos, Wimbledon (all grand slams) Olympics….

• 5. What is the most interesting drug experience of your life?
LSD, in the days when it really was LSD!! I did a post on this, but should do a more detailed one, as it was extraordinary and mind opening! (However, I used it carefully…Children, DO NOT DO THIS AT HOME!!!)

• 6. How do you think you’d cope as a member of the opposite gender?
GREAT!!! I could be descriptively graphic as to why, however, I’ll leave that to everyone’s fertile imagination!

THE PLUG
You can find more at http://www.infognito.net

THE You
If you’d like to be interviewed and featured, don’t hesitate to contact me at Brenton.clutterbuck@gmail.com

Kleo is a writer of enormous talent and potential. Her writing tends to form in a fairly manic stream of consciousness, but Botlbrush proposes that the day this promising talent begins to chop and change, there will be lightning in the publishing world.

THE WORK

The Shadows Under The Desk

Lost poems
sing to the long boy
letters unopened can be good news
(are you owed your dues?)
until theyre opened

Hither yonder, the green weeds gone,
good ol’ Mary Jane
Oh, I could smoke with you
through and through
forever and a day

Shut up mum - dont ask the question.
Dont you know
it has no answer
so why bother to ask if you
already know

what I know is what you know
and you’re supposed to know
more than me so why
dont you know not to ask -
The Fucking Question!

Desk shadows, dark.
They permeate the room
like a headache that refuses
to leave just hangs on
making water in the mind…….

Ripple and turn quite fetchingly
swimmingly, I suppose
but it creates disconnection
disorientation
The Real World bucks like a horse

But thats the thing -
thats different in me
The Real World is that place -
Just look at the shadows under the desk

Smokey purple octypus suckers
tentacles, nuero toxin -
bright lights, pin pricks and Oh
pins and needles. Swimming sensations
and fuzzy head.

But Fuzzy head -
fluffy chick sweet wings
means other things and so
describing the sand trickling pathways
becomes

Impossible
To go on, to leap, to look at a letter,
cos its all bound in hope and fantasy
Until its opened.
Then its just more junk.

I dont worry about myself
my thoughts. My senSAtions. My urges
my voices and whispers
I love them.
lovingly embrace all my friends…….

That is why I fear.
Oh, I wish, My man were here.

THE EXPLANATION
The poem was written when I was out of a job. A letter had arrived that day and I had the most wonderful fantasies that it would involve a job but it didnt. My mum was home so I felt cramped and crowded, and as Ive mentioned in the poem, we were entirely out of money for luxuries like drugs. Drugs have featured in my life, and I enjoy them, but I see no difference between illegal ones and the ones you buy over a counter - theyre all dangerous, all should be used in moderation and with common sense.

Anyway, as a general rule, Im not fond of Stephen King, but I was reading ‘Lisey’s Story’ and if you want to get the poem you have to read that book. Its a mastery of the human mind and it deals with things that are common place to me. The poem is deliberately confusing - imagery is fragmented, verses that seem completed yet bleed into one another.

Aaah, fluffy head sweet wings refers to my mynah bird Najara. Better known as Bink.
The message of this poem, is that I like being the way I am. I like being crazy, different. I wouldnt have it any other way. That doesnt bother me, but it should. Really, thats where Im going with it. And my man hauled me out of insanity, and always does, hence the ending.

THE INTERVIEW (Kleo chooses 5 of the great secret 20 questions to answer)

1. How would you cope as the opposite gender?
Brilliantly. I’d love to be a man. Theres so much I could get done! Sure, I like the power of females over males - but Id rather be a straight guy than a girl forced to sit on a pointy fence. (once Im male I’ll want to be female again though)

2. What is the meaning of life?
The meaning of life? To LIVE!! Then die, and live again! Its the journey and the lesson, and you do it lots of times. Believe me.

3. What is something in life you always wished you were able to do but either weren’t able to or haven’t had the chance to… and why?
mate, life aint over yet!

4. How much money would it take for you to have sex with a man 40 years your Senior?
Sorry to admit this, but I see every person as a sexual creature….So Id probably do it for free, but dont think I wouldnt hold out for the highest possible amount I could get.

5. Which creative person has influenced you the most?
We’d be here all night if I listed all my influences, but Christopher Pike has influenced me a hell of a lot. He has a particular brand of dark humour I like, a way of fitting things together. To this day I wish I could meet him….*cheeky grin* Is he 40 years my senior?

THE PLUG

More of Kleo at http://www.kalikapsychosis.com

The YOU

If you’d like to be interviewed and have your photos/words/music promoted, give us an email at Brenton.clutterbuck@gmail.com.

Ok, I’m trying to be calm here but inside I’m exploding. Hear me out before you dismiss me as a looney bin.

Ok, ok, *breathes*, you might think I’m crazy but please, hear me out, this is Chrono Trigger, Square is going to announce Chrono Trigger for the DS, they think they have me fooled but oh no, not me, I’ve played through that game dozens of times, I know that ticking sound on the ‘countdown’ site, that is taken from Chrono Trigger.

Also look at the URL, ends with /ctds i.e. Chrono Trigger DS. That’s right, Square is getting ready to announce Chrono Trigger DS!

This fan can’t wait!

Damo is in charge of My Apologetics, the place I go when I want to clarify the latest world news, or need a laugh. The talent of this writer is quite impressive, and it is with great admiration that I present some of his work here today.

The Work;

If we are so clever why can’t we stop killing ourselves?

If we are so clever why can’t we stop killing ourselves?

As I write this we are actually sitting on the edge of oblivion staring toward a disaster that seems impossible to stop. War makes beasts of the gentlest people; it creates hatreds that can last generations and untold misery. We all know this, so there is no point try to convince people that war is bad. It is bad and only the insane claim it to be otherwise.

We are a clever species. We can put a man on the moon; cure diseases; feed millions; move rivers and build cities. We can write great works of philosophy, mathematics, engineering, theology and science. We can enjoy music, art and nature. We can feel empathy, sympathy and compassion. Even our ancient ruins stand as testament to what we have done. We are so clever that we can do all these things but we cannot stop killing ourselves. We cannot stop war.
I write because a friend has reminded me that the civil war in Sri Lanka has broken out again. It exists in all but name. The ceasefire that has stood for the last few years is being eroded and the peace talks in Geneva have failed to find any agreement. Why is this so? Why has the very opportunity for peace been thrown away like an unwanted illegitimate child? I could say that the causes of war are complicated, or I could say that they are simple, but knowing the cause does not automatically give the solution. Who started this horror does not tell who is going to end it.

To be honest, I know of no Sri Lankan who has not been personally affected by the civil war. Either they have seen killing or they have lost loved ones to the killing. It does not matter if they are Tamil, Singhalese, Moslem or Burger; they all have the same colored blood. It does not matter if they are Hindu, Buddhist, Catholic or Protestant, they cannot raise the dead. Their children and wives all grieve at their funerals; they are essentially the same people wearing different clothes.
It is easy to look away and pretend that this does not exist. It is easy to find someone to blame. It is easy to see it as typical of people who are not like us in the ‘Superior’ West. All the easy answers have failed and all the cleverness of the humans is failing to provide peace. Is there anyone who can claim to be cleverer than our primitive ancestors living in caves and bludgeoning each other with spears and clubs? Are there any people clever enough to know how to stop the killing?

To you the reader of this article, show me how intelligent you are. Tell me how to stop the killing before it descends again into an unstoppable blood bath. How do you stop a civil war? Are you intellectual enough to think of an answer or will you find more people to blame? Tell me how you would influence people to find peace?

Damo on Damo;

As an overview of what I do.
Basically
My profession has changed over the years but has usually been technology or science related so I usually feel comfortable with
a neutral disinterested approach to many subjects. Mostly I write for two reason: one to practice it and the other to exorcise a few demons. The bigger the demon the more pointed the response.

What helps me write:
I try write something everyday if possible, as a kind of challenge to myself. Most of my literary heroes were as great essayists as they were novelists so I find the concept of the essay an excellent way to clarify thoughts and test their logic.

I try to keep an eye on world events, especially when they concern Human Rights or the Human Condition. I do keep a very close eye on Sri Lanka because that is where my wife come from. We contact friends there by phone on regular occasions. Yet despite the magnitude of tragedy (War, Poverty and the Tsunami) I always find that good people make a big difference. Fortunately I know a lot of good people who have suffer far greater than most can begin to imagine and still they manage to be good people. Challenging indeed.

Books are good company and offer words of comfort in darker times. Thinking requires effort for many people so if I can provoke a little thought once in a while, then so be it. I have never been one for floating with the current of popular opinion. Only a corpse floats with the current.

Regards
Damo

The Plug
http://www.myapologetics.com

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There’s a certain flavour to Brisbane writers, as anyone who’s munched on a Nick Earls or John Birmingham novel will attest. This is the same flavour left in the mouth of anyone who decides to have a bit of the awesomeness that is Always Eighteen.

The Work:

KIDS AND LOVE

Our young love is different. It’s hard to understand. At first it starts off with a conversation, or even just a word, or maybe not even a word – all it could be is a smile from across the room, a smile up close, a kiss behind the ear. And afterwards the love pours down like cheap alcohol, smothering our entire bodies with every single emotion you could think of. Our love will never have a definition. We’ll call it love, but we’ll change its meaning when we’re angry, when we’re happy, when we’re talking to friends or parents or therapists or our journals or ourselves.

Always Eighteen on Always Eighteen.

My creative work is basically me whoring out my soul for the temporary pleasure of others. I write because people in my life have stories to tell, but will never be heard unless I write about them. I write to escape, I write to find things, I write to both forgive and insult myself. I’ve come third place in a short story competition, third place in a design competition and third place in a shitload of other competitions. I hope to one day be bumped up to second place.

I started Always Eighteen for the money, but then realised it’s almost impossible to make real money from blogging, especially with the sort of stuff I write. So I decided to keep Always Eighteen for my love of writing. Always Eighteen is partly based on my life, partly based on my friends’ lives and partly based on whatever you want it to be based on. I want to remind others that sluts, bastards, liars, prostitutes, cheats, cunts, cocks, dickheads, beaters, perverts, alcoholics, drugos, snobs, intellects, stupid people, rich, filthy poor, psychos and saints – they’re all very, very real, and they don’t just live in Sydney and Melbourne.

5/20
The Interviewee is given Twenty Questions, and supplies Five Answers.

• 1. What is the most interesting sexual experience of your life so far?

Well, it’s not really a sexual thing, but a “sexually related” thing… it was the first time I met a pimp. I think I was eighteen; I don’t remember. The pimp was a transvestite who wouldn’t look at you in the eye; she’d constantly look left and right.

• 2. How do you think you’d cope as a member of the opposite gender?

I’d be angry at every man

• 3 What has caused you the most stress in your life?

My manuscript

• 4. What TV show do you most like?

I like a lot of shows. Currently, it’s Californication.

• 5 What’s the most you’ve ever hurt somebody?

If it’s a physical hurt, then I guess stabbing someone in the ear with a pen.

The Plug;
You can see more at www.alwayseighteen.com.

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G’day. I’m Brenton, one half of the BotlBrush team.

What do we do? Well, We try to feature some of the most awesome talent in Australia (and a little bit from elsewhere).

It was here that I thought; how can I assume to be the hero of creative talent if I display nothing of my own. So here it is; not Earth shattering, but some of my photography, Uniden Digital Camera, Edited in Picasa2.

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