Be Serpentine The Hyde

Discharge is a blog site. It exists on the net in many forms on blog and myspace and facebook. It is art by barrow boys and girls… «discharge came about after cocaine jesus had visited a site called Vespertyn, the creation of the girl child genius who was once known as transience. together with doriandra smith (another divinity), cocaine jesus set about perverting this concept to a dark vision of his and doriandra’s creation. the dark angels of discharge were born. after awhile others came (and went). discharge finished and was replaced by discharge 2, discharge 3, discharge 4 and now discharge 5. and the story continues...» this is the first chapbook, Edited by CJ Duffy and features the art of cocaine jesus – doriandra smith – murmurists – jase daniels – stickleback2 – junior – lazare – Kek-W – ruela – matina.L.stamatakis – robert chrysler – aaron held. Be Serpentine The Hyde is the first in a series of chapbooks. Each will be edited by a different member of the discharge team. The second chapbook will be edited and devised by Doriandra Smith.

The discharge Manifesto
Is discharge Dada? No, it is not. Influenced by and with a similar attitude to, but not Dada.. Is discharge Fluxus? No, it is not. Influenced by and with a similar attitude to, but not Fluxus. Is discharge art for intellectuals? No, discharge is for anyone and everyone who appreciates creativity in all its myriad forms. Be it static visual, audio or moving image; the written word or the deconstructed, non-linear form. The spoken word and noise. All creativity is the springboard for discharge. It highjack’s a multitude of genres and disciplines and transposes them onto the internet. discharge is electronically transmitted art, be it via blog, myspace or whatever format possible, it can also be produced and seen in classic formats. The discharge Chapbook. The discharge Building by Parts book. discharge has no rules. All contributors to discharge are responsible adults. discharge has no leaders although it has an elected body of rotating editors who oversee rather than dictate the flow of the group. The aim of discharge is to profile creative people and to do away with the pretension of the art world. Everyday people creating art everyday to an exceptional quality. Art by barrow boys and girls. discharge is international.

Trailer Trash
The house sat like an industrial wart in the middle of an estate. Tyre empties huddled rats in the cold comfort they were accustomed.

Beside the sink they kept a plastic bin to collect used tea bags. Scratchy little ticks ran up and down stubby knees.

The children’s names were mumbles, insignificant little shits Who gathered around in clumps near the park and the street.

You could get a camel through the fathers intellect. Beer heavy belly with an encyclopaedic knowledge of soaps. He lounged in a desperate chair that had died and been re-stuffed. Whilst his lady wife, a loose term for a careworn child bearer, Lulled her dried elbows in a water lacking suds.

The curtains hung like suspicion in cobwebbed threads. Dead flies gathered in a testament to unnecessary house work.

Milk bottles fell where the hen pecked child had spent them. On dirty floors and under crusty seats and beside the cracked door.

A fug of cigarette smoke suspended like death above their knees. Outside a rancid rodent of a dog ran barking bitter obscenities.

The wind trembled before blowing past the corroded window frames. A car sat blind eyed and belligerent in a craze of beer crates.

You could gather starlight in the sordid stains that fled the floor. Forgotten mail ran riot around the broken post box. Forgotten meals grew green on pitted porcelain plates.

The threat of random violence collected in dusty adjectives. Expletive high and pointless with a raised ham fist to frighten.

Sundays travelled like Mondays in a redundant haze. A growing feeling of age old apathy hung brooding and black.

The distant voices of people didn’t intrude beyond the fence. Television had killed without malicious intent the need for speech. Just grunts and nods that escaped dry lips and thin heads. Life began at somewhere where the money went but not here.

Images and words by cocaine jesus

By Murmurists

Thursday, December 18, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008 item #6921 Dystopians,

My kind grows on trees. I seek to be receptive. Let that be convenient for you.

Chat soon...

By murmurists

By Jase Daniels

Nobody Hears The Prison Anymore
Amulet Breasts: December 5th 1. A permutation in yellow, drunken conversations the helios between hours 2. Hind fur galloping fast enough to occupy magical space 3. Words mist, exteriors returning to the sweetest now Alien syntaxes (a throne of tiny blue people) can be seen floating through glowing, lofty deliriums. Vaginas chant beneath the moon. Mayan radio cleaves the universe, the perennial variance set to autonomous. An assemblage of brainwaves (required to nod the speed of light). The dark side of a good idea... Psychically nebulous (one wet finger here) at the exact intersection where thought can no longer be bothered to articulate differences. Talking about bones still capable of making this evening blush the lower timorous, waters in pleasure. The history of ruin not groped for years, not what memory (upward razors that forget absolutely, its own pectoral) evokes in the rendered sun. Whatever the mirror owes us... Flesh perfected in the process, a minor third after Satan asks the impossible of old, decaying film clips (no legs to whisper a hole in the valley, the gate). Only lovers come here to be human again, the emerald palindrome (semen the foggy bridge) and pure mathematics determining the flicker of within. 1. An octave away from grey impulses, the will to articulate a raindrop 2. Satori radar, the electric prophecy buried in androgyny 3. The nymph’s evolution lies beyond the good and evil of crashing imagery December 5th: The Prison Is No Longer Heard Words by Robert Chrysler

By stickleback2 and cocaine jesus

By Matina L Stamatakis

Leg Extensions on a Budget.
The surgical procedure turned out to be relatively simple: the patient - who for reasons of privacy we shall refer to as “P” - was strapped to the kitchen-table using a selection of belts stolen from a local charity-shop . Assorted knives and kitchen implements were used to remove both of his legs above the knee. An electric turkey-carver was used in place of a bone-saw and an old fan-belt I found in my garage served as a makeshift ligature. Instead of haemostats I utilised a bag of brightly-coloured plastic clothes-pegs from Poundstretcher. All instruments were sterilised in a column of steam from the spout of a boiling kettle (manufacturer unknown). “P” was initially distressed by the lack of general anesthetic, but after consuming 30cl of cheap brandy he quickly began to calm down. A strip of gaffer tape and an old tennis-ball that I discovered in the garden made an excellent baggag. Blood-loss was reduced by cauterising the tips of the severed Superficial Femoral Arteries with a soldering-iron. The lower halves of the legs were temporarily stored in the fridge-freezer while I extended his femurs with wooden 2x4 battens sawn to a length of 55cm. These were initially nailed directly onto the bone, but failed to support the patient’s weight, so I replaced them with some brass screws (unbranded, 6mm gauge, 1cm length) from my DIY tool-box. The bottom halves of “P’s” legs were then re-attached using a similar methodology. The batten-prostheses were given a more natural-looking finish by padding them out with some loft insulation off-cuts which were held in position by a pair of my wife’s old tights. “P” recovered quickly from the surgical trauma and - with the help of intensive physiotherapy - was up and walking again within 21 days. The onset of gangrene in the feet was delayed by packing the interior of his boots with ice. From a purely psychological standpoint, “P” benefited immeasurably from this procedure. The increase in height has helped free him from the crippling agoraphobia and social anxiety that has afflicted him since infancy. A follow-up study in 2006 found that “P” has subsequently married and his wife is expecting their first child. (Parts of this article originally appeared in Vol. 46 (May, 2004) of The British Journal of Reconstructive Surgery under the title “New Developments in the Use of Radical Amputation and Artificial Leg-Protheses for the Treatment of Separation Anxiety Disorder.”)

1. St. Margaret’s Hospice, Kings Street, Taunton. 2. Fish-knife, steak-knife, vegetable-scraper and potato-peeler (author’s own). 3. £9.99, Argos. 4. £7.99, 70cl Asda own-brand. 5. As described by Carpley and Itano, Vol. 163, North American Journal of Surgery. 6. £2.99, B&Q

Words by Kek-W

Filthy Libs by Aaron Held

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By Junior

What is the ugliest part of your body? by Ruela

for it would be lost among the brilliance of the demented stars shining heavily from across the sea, this, this, this little legerdemain, as the bloody spot on the greasy dog who spends copious amounts of dedication to lick, lick, lick while time passes in great enormity to calmly snuff out the last vestige of beauty and grace, catchable in brief forms when juxtaposed with lurid pigs. i am happy. i have spoken and have reached an orifice of memory to sleep now the dreams of the dead. and i am happy.

Image and words by doriandra smith

“Be Serpentine the Hyde”, is the first of the Dark Angels of Discharge chapbooks and was brought to you by:
1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. cocaine jesus – English D.I.Y artist and poet. He is not related to the pope and can be found here: Doriandra Smith – American textile artist, writer, poet, musician and a band member of EXP. She talks to carrion and can be found here: Murmurists – English avant garde musician, artist, writer and poet. He keeps a clean house dontcha know? He can be found here: Junior – Spanish blogger and internet user. Artist and poet who hungers for the peace of giants. She can be found here: Thierry Tillier – Belgian artist and collagist who keeps Little Shiva in a glass cage gilded with damson feathers. He can be found here: Stickleback2 – English creative designer and artist who follows Liverpool FC as someone has to. He can be found here: Matina.L.Stamatakis – American poet, musician, artist, writer and mother who sometimes finds the time too. She can be found here: Ruela – Portuguese sculptor, artist and creative ubbermensch. Part punk, part goth, part none of the above. He can be found here: Robert Chrysler – Canadian poet, writer and surrealist magazine editor who doesn’t dream of melting clocks. He can be found here: Jase Daniels – English illustrator and artist who makes a living designing book covers. He can be found Lazare – Spanish poet, artist and de-constructionalist. He once had an Emily but that was ages ago. He can be found here: Aaron Held - Who hails from here and there and is a musician, artist, writer and poet. He has often re-invented the spoon. He can be found here: Kek-W – English musician, artist and surrealist writer and band member of Ice Bird Spiral. He doesn’t like Eno and can be found here: here: Ice Bird Spiral MySpace Tictac – Italian sculptress, artist, writer and multi-linguist. She keeps a metronome and a clean camera. She can be found here: C.J.Duffy – Wanna be author and editor of the first discharge chapbook He cuts the corn from the brewers whickers. He can be found here:

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