Stewart Home is a prose machine but when his settings malfunction sometimes poetry spews out instead. He is the author of sixteen novels including the pulp/avant-garde classics “Slow Death,” “Tainted Love,” “She’s My Witch,” and “69 Things to Do with a Dead Princess.” His work since the late 1970s has included visual art interventions, music and seven books of cultural commentary. SEND CA$H is the first collection of his poetry.
Tag archives: Julia Callan-Thompson
Yet more reasons to be an ego-maniac on a world historical scale!
I was asked to answer these questions for an event in Barcelona and having done so figured I might as well post them here too. You couldn’t make it it! 1. When were you happiest? I’ll be at my happiest in about 10 minutes when I’ve answered these questions – coz then I can make …
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10 Art Works You Must Jerk Off Over Before You Die!
In 2001 when Facts of Life: Contemporary Japanese Art was on at the Hayward Gallery, a female visitor to the show walked into a room in which Tadasu Takamine’s Inertia was being shown only to discover a man jerking off to the projection. The woman left and complained to the gallery, but by the time security …
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Blog closed until further notice…
I’ve already written about my experiences of producing the first season of the Mister Trippy blog at MySpace. It is obviously a little early to write about the second season in any depth since this is its closing post. There is also less need to write about Mister Trippy season two because I’ll be leaving …
Terry's Taylor's cult novel 'Baron's Court, All Change' is a classic – official at £238!
Copies of Terry Taylor’s 1961 novel Baron’s Court, All Change don’t come up for sale at all often but until now when they did they’ve never been particularly expensive. I have a paperback that came from an exchange stall and it cost 20p. I was looking for a hardback for about 4 years until I …
Searching for Francois Raymond in Puteaux…
Searching for someone called Francois Raymond on the outskirts of Paris is probably a little like looking for a specific John Smith in London. Who is Francois Raymond? The one I’m looking for exhibited a series of six photographs of my mother Julia Callan-Thompson as part of an exhibition entitled Exposition Tamrauc at the Maison …
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The Acid: on sustained experiment with lysergic acid diethylamide, or LSD by "Sam"
The author of The Acid (Vision, London 2009) uses the pen name Sam, but is probably better known to most readers of this blog as Chris Gray. For me, and probably for many of you, The Acid reads like a continuation of where Chris left off in the essays he contributed to his English language …
On the irreducibility of Julia Callan-Thompson
Yesterday I posted an essay on the main part of this website entitled The Real Dharma Bums: on the beatnik frenzies of Julia Callan-Thompson & Bruno de Galzain. The text documents one of my mother’s relationships and the endless scamming that accompanied the hardcore drug use that was a part and parcel of said romance. …
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Nick Hornby never had days like these!
Recently a friend suggested I try to acquire some Russ Henderson vinyl I wanted via Discogs. I’d landed on this site a few times but had never really investigated it. When I checked it out, I was disappointed to find only two Russ Henderson titles were listed there, the 1966 vinyl album Caribbean Carnaval! (sic) …
India freaks on the hippie trail in the high sixties…
Back in the late 1960s my mother Julia Callan-Thompson was in the countercultural jargon of the time an ‘India freak’; a drop-out obsessed with the ‘mystic east’. Among my mother’s extant papers are a number of letters she sent while out on the hippie trail, and one she received from a woman called Georgian Shaw …
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