September 2011
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WatchGOLDEN SMALL EP - FREE DOWNLOAD
Hey folks! Golden Small EP is the debut release from one of Threadbare’s founding fathers Jamie Russell - aka Skye Wide Sea.
It’s a free download on over at Bandcamp. Apply to ears and share liberally.
Thanks for listening!
June 2011
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In a man's single day are all the days
of time from that unimaginable first day, when a terrible God marked out the days and agonies, to that other, when the ubiquitous flow of earthly time goes back to its source, Eternity, and flickers out in the present, the past, and the future—what now belongs to me. Between dawn and dark lies the history of the world. From the vault of night I see at my feet the wanderings of the Jew, Carthage...
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And I would like to be able to continue to let...
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Sometimes, I'd like to write a book
A book all about time About how it doesn’t exist How the past and the future Are one continuous present. I think that all people - those living those who have lived And those who are still to live - are alive now. I should like to take that subject to pieces, Like a soldier dismantling his rifle.
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Yevgeny Vinokurov
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It's a poor sort of memory that only works...
‘It’s very good jam,’ said the Queen. ‘Well, I don’t want any TO-DAY, at any rate.’ ‘You couldn’t have it if you DID want it,’ the Queen said. ‘The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday—but never jam to-day.’ ‘It MUST come sometimes to “jam to-day,”’ Alice objected. ‘No, it can’t,’...
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Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (an excerpt)
“What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone’s heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar. One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone’s hearts would start to beat at the same...
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June 2011: Synchronicity
Yes, this month on Threadbare we will be very much speaking while we’re spoken to as we dive headfirst into the proverbial pool of synchronicity with Olympic-sized intentions and a dazzling one piece swimsuit to match. Synchronicity can come in a great many forms, from the accidental parallels that we scour for meaning to the mimicry by design that underlies the survival of any newborn...
May 2011
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and our faces, my heart, brief as photos | Extract...
What astounds cannot be the remnant of what has been. Tomorrow still blind advances slowly. Sight and light race towards each other, and from their embrace is born the day, eyes open tall as a foal.
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this day gleaming like a gun | by Billy Childish |...
see its nearness its distance its space see it joined and far flung
see chatham stranded broken at the throat see rochester below still snaked in mist see castle keep and cathedral spire see its nearness see its distance see its space see it joined and far flung see the exhorst of lorrys rise like the fountainous breath of ponys see that which you deserve see this day gleaming like a gun
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May 2011: Staring at the Sun
Then something happened. The speed of his descent had driven the sun back below the horizon, and as he looked towards the east he saw it rise again: the same sun coming up from the same place across the same sea. Once more, Prosser put aside his caution and just watched: the orange globe, the yellow bar, the horizon’s shelf, the serene air, and the smooth, weightless lift of the sun as it...
April 2011
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‘Golden Small’ - Skye Wide Sea ...
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‘19 (up from the canvas)’ - Grace
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Threadbare talks to: Sam Amidon
For our current theme Origins, Threadbare’s Shaun Russell met up with Sam Amidon before his divinely eccentric show at the Vortex Jazz Club to talk about his formative moments and influences, his Twitter novel, and the cultural behemoth that is R. Kelly.
Where did your journey in music begin?
Well my parents got me a fiddle when I was three, so I started taking Suzuki violin lessons...
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Abacus | A Poem by Katie Bonna
Abacus by Katie Bonna
A poem about learning and eating Alphabites.
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“Literature was not born the day when a boy crying ‘wolf, wolf’ came running out...”
– Vladimir Nabokov, Lectures on Literature (quote courtesy of proustitute)
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At a whale's pace...
Jurassic Park Theme (1000% Slower) by birdfeeder
54 minutes well spent. Hoovering the dusty corners between the seconds Hunting for little sound mites
When I inflicted this on my flatmate this evening, full stereo, door wide - she reported back that it made her feel as if she were “coming down the birth canal” and “could I please turn it down a notch”… I guess...
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This trancelike curiosity is not just a remix of...
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from genesis
in the beginning the sound of holes, and the weight of treason and light paper streamers. and a hundredfold, and below; and the girls with thickening braids, wet paper maps, brought round at last to see the slick animal caught in the rain. and the deluge; and the dark; and the story past the window
and the window and the stutter
and the thought was insubstantial, and stained; and the hands were...