HIVE. FidishED FRAMED & FLOSGEDHIVE is based on an original concept by Stuart Rosamond and Frank Edmunds This edition is curated by Chris Dart Cover design and title page Rob Watts All work is copyright © of the artists HIVE. Featuring works by CHRIS DART raptorejd@yahoo.co.uk FRANK EDMUNDS frank.g.edmunds@gmail.com JON ENGLAND Jonnyengland13@hotmail.com TONY GIRARDOT tonygirardot@ hotmail.com MARTIN JACKSON martronjack @yahoo.co.uk JAMES MARSDEN Jamesmarsden26@yahoo.co.uk TIM MARTIN info@timmartin.org.uk RASHID MAXWELL rashidmaxwell@outlook.com ANNA NEWLAND-HOOPER annanowland@yahoo.co.uk NATALIE PARSLEY natalieparsley@ hotmail.com EILEEN ROSAMOND elleen.rosamond@hotmall.co.uk STUART ROSAMOND stuart.rosamond@hotmail.com ROB WATTS robwatts07 @yahoo.co.uk FidishED FRAMED & FLOSGED‘The Owl and the Pussycat Went to seed with Rosamond, Pascoe and Dar, They wasied away for a year and a day Peon isle sel tdi Atthe the gin-sodden lowsife White Hart In the forests of the night. fumbled bina as a mole That delves below ov park and lawn, In the room the women come and go When all at once! snifled a eco, 9 ‘host of golden dato bu Talking of Cedric Munselow. i eee Basie the crocus Beneath the od Sting and groping in the gloom, IH should throw up, think only this of me hat there's some nightolub on a Spanish Island ‘Thats forever England. Allthings dire and sinful All evils great and small All things vile and woeful The Lord God made them al Toso coskscrew ina grain of sand ‘nd a chard in awl Nowe fold Mount Rushmore i the palm of your hand ‘One gets more delusional by the hour Alfred Wallis of St ves, A fisherman lacking motion, As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean, Thare is no God the wicked saith They fuck you up your birth and death Prostrate upon the rack Yes there is the preacher seith ‘And surprisingly she's black They may not mean to but they do. They leave you with this void to fill The rum old business of being you. Twinkle, twinkle superstar I must go down to the pub again, How we envy what you are F For a rake of gin and a pie, Way above the plebs so high And all askis tall schooner Like Rupert Murdock in the Sky. a ‘And some ketchup to get me by. Lay your sleeping dog my love Canine on my boneless arm. 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When the universe begins to expand, it won't be spreading out to fill a larger emptiness. The only space that exists is the space it creates as it goes. It is natural but wrong to visualize the singularity as a kind of pregnant dot hanging in a dark, boundless void. But there is no space, no darkness. The singularity has no “around” around it. There is no space for it to ocoupy, no place for it to be. We can’t even ask how long it has been there; whether it has just lately popped into being, like a good idea, or whether it has been there forever, quietly awaiting the right moment. Time doesn’t exist. There is no past for it to emerge from. And so, from nothing, our universe begins. In a single blinding pulse, a moment of glory much too swift and expansive for any form of words, the singularity assumes heavenly dimensions, space beyond conception. In the first lively second (a second that many cosmologists will devote careers to shaving into ever-finer wafers) is produced gravity and the other forces that govern physics. In less than a minute the universe is a million billion miles across and growing fast. There is a lot of heat now, ten billion degrees of it, enough to begin the nuclear reactions that create the lighter elements-principally hydrogen and helium, with a dash (about one atom in a hundred million) of lithium, In three minutes, 98 percent of all the matter there is or will ever be has been produced. We have a universe. It is a place of the most wondrous and gratifying possibility, and beautiful, too. And it was all done in about the time it takes to make a sandwich. BILL BRYSON A SHORT HISTORY OF NEARLY EVERYTHING