Drifting through... with Matt Nõmme

Asking the big questions on this year's bonfire night.Lewes Pictures https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/gallery/2021/nov/05/freedom-debauchery-dissent-lewes-bonfire-celebrations-in-pictures The Gunpowder Plot | Guy Fawkes Documentary | Reel Truth Science https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h1b2w4GxBU0

I watched the ring this week and it got me obsessing over the idea of haunted technology.The Big Ben thoughtographhttps://cdm16629.contentdm.oclc.org/digital/collection/Eisenbud/id/305/rec/3Note: I have been posting video versions of these podcasts to YouTube, but having to film a video alongside the podcast proper slowed me down, so for the time being you have me yapping in your ears with no video to go with it.

It turns out Victorian people were tatted up much more than I ever thought.Convict tattoo search:https://www.digitalpanopticon.org/search?e0.type.t.t=root&e0._all.s.s=&e0.surname.s.s=&e0.given.s.s=Deserter tattoo:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Mark_of_a_deserter.jpgJohn Jackson Criminal Records:https://talis.ent.sirsidynix.net.au/client/en_AU/names/search/detailnonmodal/ent:$002f$002fNAME_INDEXES$002f0$002fNAME_INDEXES:1404974/oneFrancis Robinson Cunt My Delight (right page):https://libraries.tas.gov.au/Digital/CON18-1-26/CON18-1-26P134

The Rebecca riots are an infamous time in Welsh history, where farmers, struggling to make ends meet, decided to go on secret raids, where they dressed as women and burned the whole country down.

Back in 2016 I learnt how to freeze people and revive them in hundreds of years.It was weird, let's talk about it.

And another kid crosses the county linesthe kids near here whizzwith the fizzof electric bikes,crossing county linesdelivering grass,sherbet ,panda pops,dropping off packages                              which adults are too scared to,delivering things you can’t find in the local shop.delivering things that help a woman in a damp, Welsh, inner-city estate forget about the sound of the water drumming her warped, mossy roof.delivering things that teenagers huff, before puffing up their chests to fresh music in rotting parks.delivering things that pensioners want you hung for using, before oiling arthritic hinges with lukewarm whiskey.delivering nectar so sweet, a man can ignore the tragedy of the balaclava wrapped, cherub-faced delivery driver facing him,                             when tragedy drops off a ticket                                                                          for a trip out of this town.

The state of this visitwe peasants gazeas greasy hands from distant landsslap together and shake up our lives.as foie gras & faux pasare washed down with Bordeaux grapesolder than the states that guzzle them.& when the helicopters leave,ties loosened,& we breathe              what are we left with?empty plates              and fake tan under our fingernails.I had to write something about the Trump state visit didn't I?

Paper cuts and hi-vis thugs I watched hi-vis thugs round up the oldfor carrying placards with human dreamsnunsveteransteachersminersplumbersdragged them along double yellow linesand locked them behind Majorica pearl gates. Ever got a paper cut from a nunHolding a protest sign? Carves up your soulAnd serves you to her God for judgement. she’s not scaredof some corporeal cellheld together with taxesand mortal subservience. I swear If Jesus walked these streets todaya British copper would cuff that commie cuntand read him his rights, throw him in the back of a van,go through his laptoplookin for clues of conspiracies,of mania“this bloke thinks he’s the son of god”they’d saybefore having him sectioned. and when I’m at those gatesat the end of it alland St Peter says to me Ever got a paper cut from a nun? I’ll say. I’m not a copper. 

I saw my face on a missing posterlooked just like mestaring backbeardbrown eyes30’sthe family chose a good photo,it was some sort of birthdayor get togetherwishing he was still at that night.We live near the rivera lot of peopletake theslowcruisedown,over the weir,past the city,beyond the bay.They used to float out into the estuarybut they built a barrageand it stopped all that.