BETTER DROWNED THAN DUFFERS IF NOT DUFFERS WON'T DROWN

BERLIN O TROPE

and so EXPLODE out over the ocean

one thousand colours heart colide o scope

heart in hand humble alive
i wish i were

head in hands

half way house

and the forest eats up
and desire
and desire
and............................................................

Larmer tree festival, July 2010

JUGGLING BALLS AND LIQUORICE
ACROBATICS, TRILBIES,
CELLO MUSIC AND CARNIVALE
FIRE POI, FAJITAS, FUDGES
ELVES, PEACOCK. WOOLFE
PIXIE CHILD. GYPSY BAND.
KNITTING, RAIN. SUN. CARA
VAN CARAVAN CARAVAN CARAVAN

Beggars of life,
we search for the Wilde ones, the vatic* tramps

Weathered and dog-eared, we hurl ourselves over the cliff edge
and cling on only by silver threads spun out of the past

But with boy's own biceps we climb back up,
seal our cuts with electrical tape and torn dresses

and a-top the broken skylight we stand; facing East,

and shout





*of, pertaining to, or characteristic of a prophet

and our language became quilted and the day was our pillow

and thrown from the bed where scores of not scores but what came from the flames

and our language became quilted

and your languages became quilted 

and the day was our pillow

Write me a story!!!

Toeless trailer trash. Shipwreck. Urchin. Lost child. Looking out to sea. No more wheels. Person powered kinetics from now on. Maybe we should push the caravan from place to place? Maybe that would be better than art, better than electrics or engines or anything like that.

It would be something to talk about. Something else to dream fever for. This is a performance, but no-one is watching, and that makes it better. Not this fishbowl life, not life imprisoned by the internal organs of houses. no, not i.... I.....

A sense of Left and *Right*

or a sense of *left* and right?

The Kinetic Caravan by virtue of motion
currently located on a costal hilltop, on the cornish side looking out to sea

Are you?

Betwixt; Between; looking forward backwards

We witness sunset,
sunrise. A book of secrets to welcome the dawn
with glitter grimaces

(Dis)placed, we fashion shelter from willow and words
_________It feels like home


So bellow from the bottom of your lungs and twist from your hips
I will never tire of this
________________not now not ever

No more traces of Llangollen left in my knuckles.
Back to Devon.
Hills, bones and red mud.

I'll give you wild flowers if you give me love

HOMETIDE WORLdWIDE

kissy kiss homeboys

Here we all are. Nearly  time to go. Pack up, sleep well. See you tomorrow Dark Mountain. http://www.uncivilisation.co.uk./

i am tired, i am weary
i could sleep for a thousand years
a thousand dreams that would awake me
different colors made of tears

- Velvet Underground

SOLAR GOLD

It turns out that Solar Gold had all the answers
(And so did the man in the model shop)

We've been thrown into orbit

Elevation

Immortalise one moment

The true artist always serves immortality, striving to immortalise the world and man within the world.

- Andrey Tarkovsky

We forget our bodies and live in our heads for a while,
then remember our bodies again.
Our bones creak, our knuckles ache.
The screws are rusted on

Translucent shells of spiders rest between the wheel nuts.
We try not to think of the future
but return to the moment.
We write and work and
spray everything gold

This method of application ... will show a considerable saving in time

PAINT!

We go like this...

Hoi Polloi in DEVON!

Kinetic Chaos will also be featuring at the Dartington Festival. 

This is going to be an extraordinary event, with alot of amazing things going on.

Do join us, the camping is free! In the beautiful devon hills, come and visit our little avant-garde castle in the country! 

http://www.falmouth.ac.uk/1142/dartington-festival-48.html

Hoi Polloi: Uncivilised

At the end of May Them Hoi Polloi are going to get UNCIVILISED!

http://uncivilisation.co.uk/index.html

Check it out. Join us.... we leave at Dawn.

xxx

Hot New Date.

All Our Friends. We are very pleased to confirm the Kinetic Caravan will be apearing at the Rame Festival on the 2nd, 3rd, 4th of July, in Cornwall.

The Tickets are on sale now and are limited to 1000 tickets. Maybe we'll see you there. If not we could send you a postcard? But my address book has'nt been unpacked, so you'll have to just let us know.


http://www.makerfestival.co.uk/FESTIVAL-2010.htm

Breathing life into old tyres

We're spinning downhill without any brakes

Survival is tough. 

But luckily there are some safe harbours, and a few bargains along the way.

East VRS South West

JUNGLE FEVER

And so it begins

Day - Night - Wheels - Flight

My darling, We talk as if the real and the playful were separate. But we know that isn't true..... After the game we played endlessly one rainy a Saturday afternoon, rushing in and out of the front room pretending to be monsters the house is not the same place.....

T.E Certain Fragments

Porridge and lists

Sticky fingers. They leave nothing but empty plates
to hold down maps flapping in the wind

Full bellies, full minds.
Their shiny shoes are no match for our sequins

Fare thee well. Until we meet again

Closing time at the bike shop. Blog obsessed. Coffee, rum, this day is perfect, from now on you will have to wait for us to catch up. 

The world is Out There. Where are you? Like children lost in a spread out map. Like dreams of wheels that spin faster. Where are we going punks? Getting ready to go. Where? You tell us.....  

THIS DREAM HAS A RED-VELVET-AND-GOLD-SEQUIN-SCHEME

And this day was gutting and stripping and making our inside tabula rasa. Because it was raining outside. And there is alot to do. One day left. Here. Now.

It has begun! One day, three awnings, one pot of varnish, some heavy duty adhesive, a collection of miscellaneous maps and some tantrums for extra fire! So it shall continue. Tomorrow!

boots on, ready for adventure.....

Solihull book fair, March 2010, Birmingham
Our first appearance as Hoi Polloi

Tyres on tarmac, wheels on train tracks, we hurtled from East and West towards Birmingham

Books, bulbs and banners, dungarees and deck chairs, we immortalised moments, we hit the stop.

Watching, Waiting and So.......

How many artists does it take to wash a caravan?

This is Eccles, our trusty 1970s caravan

She is in the process of being transformed into a travelling gallery/studio/illuminarium cinema/letter press printing site/knowledge jungle

Is it illegal to drive Art down the motorway...?