Not content to get into bed with Tangerine Press for a special collaborative issue of Beat the Dust in June 09, we’ve only gone and done the same with Blackheath Books now an’ all – tart! Run by Geraint Hughes, Blackheath Books is that rarest of things - an artisan publisher with an ethical approach to book-making and a love of books and great writing. Providing ‘a home for the literary outsider’, each limited edition, signed copy is hand-crafted using 100% recycled paper and card. For this special Blackheath Books edition of BTD, then, we have some of the latest work from a selection of Blackheath authors…
B: What’s My Name - The Clash L: Who Do You Love - Bo Diddley A: The Ballad of Hollis Brown - Bob Dylan C: Deuces Wild - Link Wray (instrumental) K: Oh Bondage! Up Yours! - X-ray Spex H: Judy is a Punk - The Ramones E: Boredom - The Buzzcocks A: Strange Fruit - Billie Holliday T: You Make Me Die - The Headcoats H: Love Comes in Spurts - Richard Hell & the Voidoids
Submission Date:
07 Oct 2009
Category:
Poetry
In Podcast and Chap-book
Title:
forget the romance of the bottle
Excerpt:
i have no desire to be a riter only to be happy lovesome and whole
theres no value to become somone only to be no one...
B: No Fun – The Stooges L: Yma O Hyd – Dafydd Iwan A: People Who Died – Jim Carroll Band C: The End – The Doors K: Gloomy Sunday – Rezso Seress H: I’ll Be Your Mirror – Velvet Underground E: (Thinking of You) Broken Pieces – The Prisoners A: This Land is Your Land – Woody Guthrie T: Desolation Row – Bob Dylan H: Orgasm Addict – Buzzcocks
Submission Date:
07 Oct 2009
Category:
Interview
In Chap-book
Title:
interview with geraint hughes of blackheath books
Excerpt:
Steve Hussy of Murder Slim Press asks: “Why the name Blackheath Books? Any particular reason why you chose that name?”
Blackheath is the name of our house. We bought it fifteen years ago from a friend in the pub. I used to write a lot of Haiku poetry and got really into a ‘sense of place’ and belonging. Our family moved around a bit when we were kids. Modern life often divorces us from places. The local graveyard has all the old families who have lived in our house over the years. The gravestones have ‘of Blackheath’ on them. I like that and wanted to develop a sense of belonging with the books. I want people to be able to recognise a Blackheath book and have a sense of where it was produced, and produced by hand with some integrity and purpose.
B: Shipbuilding – Robert Wyatt / Elvis Costello L: Jeane – The Smiths A: The Last Time I Did Acid I Went Insane – Jeffrey Lewis C: Ne Me Quitte Pas (If You Go Away) – Jacques Brel K: Strange Fruit – Billie Holiday (by Lewis Allen) H: Folsom Prison Blues – Johnny Cash E: The State I Am In – Belle & Sebastian A: Hard Times – Baby Huey and The Babysitters (by Curtis Mayfield) T: Where Did You Sleep Last Night? – Leadbelly H: Sheffield Sex City - Pulp
Submission Date:
07 Oct 2009
Category:
Poetry
In Podcast and Chap-book
Title:
after dusk
Excerpt:
That first night, sticky from the Highbury train I’d made an extra effort (packed heels in my bag) I waited for you on the hot dusty pavements and searched for your face in a sea of Goya masks.
You were late. I remember your call as I queued at the news stand buying ten healthy menthols with my last five pound note...
B: Africa - Toto L: Big Five - Prince Buster A: Return of the Grievous Angel - Gram Parsons C: Itchycoo Park - The Small Faces K: Twisting the Night Away - Sam Cooke H: Be my Baby - The Ronettes E: Wouldn’t it be Nice? - The Beach Boys A: Personality Crisis - The New York Dolls T: In My Life - The Beatles H: Annie - Ronnie Lane and Slim Chance
Submission Date:
07 Oct 2009
Category:
Short story
In Podcast and Chap-book
Title:
they are gods
Excerpt:
The hospital was five minutes walk from my cockroach-infested apartment. On the way I passed a model agency. Sometimes the models would be hanging around outside, both men and women. The men looked like homos or cardboard cut-outs, but the woman, ah, what long legs and pretty faces, and nice tits. However, they never even noticed me, not even a casual glance in my direction. I figured it was the uniform. Black and white stripes, like some prison get-up, accompanied by the look of the hunted...
B: People Who Died - Jim Carroll Band L: Motown Junk - Manic Street Preachers A: Exit Only - Fugazi C: Thirty Foot Trailer - Ewan MacColl K: Shame - Wu Tang Clan / Ol’ Dirty Bastard H: Crown of the Valley - Jets To Brazil E: Remember Me - British Sea Power A: Time for Heroes - The Libertines T: Survival of the Fittest - Desaparecidos H: Inertiatic ESP - The Mars Volta
Submission Date:
07 Oct 2009
Category:
Poetry
In Podcast and Chap-book
Title:
the copper-bottomed stream
Excerpt:
The copper-bottomed stream carries messages from the mind of the troubled wood to the field’s green pages...
B: A Century of Fakers - Belle & Sebastian L: Three Wars - Momus A: Great Grimsby Literature Crime - The Nannas C: Friday Night, Saturday Morning - The Specials K: Yankee Bayonet - The Decemberists H: Fugazi - Marillion E: Canoe - Nosebag A: Laika - Arcade Fire T: Back Together - Babybird H: (Are You) The One That I've Been Waiting For - Nick Cave
Submission Date:
07 Oct 2009
Category:
Poetry
In Podcast and Chap-book
Title:
things we’ve lost
Excerpt:
to step back and drink together in a pub built for old boys now that would be something...
B: The Mercy Seat - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds L: Pirate Jenny - Kurt Weill and Bertolt Brecht A: People Who Died - Jim Carroll Band C: Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis / Alice - Tom Waits K: Our Anniversary - Smog H: Live Bed Show - Pulp E: Chelsea Hotel #2 - Leonard Cohen A: Tesla’s Hotel Room - The Handsome Family T: Holland, 1945 - Neutral Milk Hotel H: Then She Did - Jane’s Addiction
Submission Date:
07 Oct 2009
Category:
Poetry
In Podcast and Chap-book
Title:
22nd november 1963
Excerpt:
34° 3’ 0” N, 118° 15’ 0” W Los Angeles, California. Aldous Huxley voiceless and dying in the morning, cancer of the throat, requests to his wife on a large sheet of paper, "LSD - try it - intramuscular -100 mmg"...
B: The Amorous Humphrey Plugg - Scott Walker L: Merry Xmas Everybody - Noddy Holder A: New Face in Hell - Mark E Smith C: Shangri-La - Ray Davies K: Live Bed Show - Jarvis Cocker H: Anything Goes - Cole Porter E: Too Much Monkey Business - Chuck Berry A: Creeque Alley - John and Michelle Phillips T: Philadelphia - Howard Devoto H: I Don't Mind - Pete Shelley
Submission Date:
07 Oct 2009
Category:
Novel extract
In Podcast and Chap-book
Title:
advertisement
Excerpt:
A middle-aged man in search of a monkey. And I don’t mean Attenborough. A middle-aged man balancing on rafters. He's in here somewhere, he’s thinking. Here in the dark. Here among the cobwebs. Somewhere here. Must be. Living with the spiders. Luke the Sock Monkey. Loft dweller. In here somewhere, surely. The smell of cardboard and dust. Cobwebs and fibreglass rolls; blackened candyfloss. Here must be treasure. He fully realises that most went to the cubs’ jumble sale a long time ago, but not all of it. There will still be relics...
B: I am the Walrus - The Beatles L: A Town Called Malice - The Jam A: Subterranean Homesick Blues - Bob Dylan C: Waterloo Sunset - The Kinks K: To Have and Have Not - Billy Bragg H: Night Club - The Specials E: Tramp the Dirt Down - Elvis Costello A: Walk Away Renee - Billy Bragg (same tune but different lyrics) T: God Save the Queen - The Sex Pistols H: Love Will Tear Us Apart - Joy Division
Submission Date:
07 Oct 2009
Category:
Poetry
In Podcast and Chap-book
Title:
magnetic field
Excerpt:
You were electric, magnetized. The corn, iron filings bowing, Your hand blessing the golden heads As waves shivered through...
B: Needle and the Damage Done - Neil Young L: All You Fascists - Woody Guthrie A: How Soon Is Now - The Smiths C: Tube Disasters - Flux of Pink Indians K: Strange Fruit - Billie Holiday H: Cut-out Witch - Guided by Voices E: Waterloo Sunset - The Kinks A: Telstar - The Tornados T: Axel F - Harold Faltermeyer H: Green Onions - Booker T & the MGs
Submission Date:
07 Oct 2009
Category:
Novel extract
In Chap-book
Title:
a nasty piece of work
Excerpt:
They sat on tiny trendy chairs, saying nothing initially, and Urich hoped that Hunst would turn the big TV on. But Hunst, still not saying anything, left the room and went into another, which was lit up by a red light. Within a minute, he returned, smiling, and carrying a metal box. This he placed on a table. Then he said something unsettling, and random.
“You do seem like a good egg,” he muttered, opening the lid of the metal box, “but I think you’d be happier if you were just a bit fried"...
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