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notes from the underground – hand job anthology

Lit Fiends of the world take heed. A small press revolution is currently underway and even I – the Head Honcho lit fiend – am finding it hard to keep up with the strange and new publications flying through the letterbox of Ranchlette Ridgwell at an ever increasing rate of doormat thuds! So jump from beneath that spunk-stained and foundation marked duvet, light up a roach from the congested ashtray lying on your bedside table, grab the half empty can of fosters next to said ashtray, take a swig, and feast your mince pies on the wonderful Hand Job Zine Anthology published by Hi-Vis press and available to order here: Hi Vis Press

The construction of the book is worth the price alone and the press and the zine have come up with something totally unique and original! it has to be seen to appreciate the  craftsmanship involved.

And what of the writing, poetry and artwork contained within, I hear you mumble. Lit Fiend gold dust is what’s inside and the line up is a stellar one. But I’m not going to name names or give you a freebie glimpse. No, to achieve that mind-bending aim you’ll have to buy a copy. And move fast or forever feel left out in the literary cold like a dry lunch.

It’s all happening! With the anthology came a copy of the review zine Urban F – courtesy of the Queen of the Underground – Abbie Foxton. Inside it’s small press review city – with an excellent review of my road novel – Burrito Deluxe

And there’s more – more zines, Razur Cuts, Glove & Con to name but a few!

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The roll call of small press publishers reads like a who’s who of the global small press world.

Suitably impressed? I should think so you depraved bibliophiles. Now start pumping those paypal buttons like an amaze-balled sex maniac!

Tug Boat Champions. Blink and you’ll miss this Super 8mm stunner from the Fourth Emergency Service’s Top Gun room. Uno, dos, one, two, tres, quatro. Matty told Hatty about a thing she saw. Had two big horns and a wooly jaw. Wooly bully, wooly bully
Wooly bully, wooly bully, wooly bully…

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Fiend de la litt a continué

Continental lit fiends gather round. The December edition of Tra Ver Sees – Issue 82 is out now! And inside are 7 Ridgwell pomes. That’s right 7, so turn off the Jacques Brel, put down Madam Bovary, stub out the gauloise, and get thee to your nearest independent Parisian  or Brussels book shop to order a copy or better still, several. There are some giants of writing inside including Emily Dickinson and one of my fav writers, who is also strangely enough named after me – JR Helton! Check out the pics below for a peep!

UK Islander folk – do not fear if like many of your fellow country men and women you can’t read French. Get thee to the Eurostar for verily beside each French translation is the original in Anglais!

And before you ask, no I don’t know if you can purchase this literary gem online. You probably can but I don’t know how or why or even if I care. Anyway, what are you a recluse!

A special honourable mention must go to that young bastard – Poet Tom Buron – who did an excellent job translating my poems into French. Vive La France!

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Milk race rascals – stay put. For here it comes. Prepare to be spellbound. Una dos trios, – here we go round the mulberry bush…

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Mexico

Well lit fiends, gather round, and listen in. Finally it is here – the final part of the Pig Ear Press Trilogy – Mexico. A beautiful book, a beautiful story – so do not delay. That’s right start pumping those paypal buttons like the demented bibliophiles that you undoubtedly are! Go HERE! – PIGEAR PRESS

And milk race devotees. Do not fear – the 4th Emergency Service is here in the form of a bonafide Super 8MM eyeball twister! Una dos tres – do the hustle! What’s that? A bit grainy I hear you say, well use your imagination for once why don’t cha!

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Burrito Deluxe – Book of the Week

Lit fiends, put your cider tins down, and gather round. Tomorrow – Saturday 26th November 2016 – I will be live and in person at the Scottish Design Exchange, signing copies of my novel Burrito Deluxe, which has been named Book of the Week. So, if you’re in the Edinburgh area, come along to Ocean Terminal in Leith from noon onwards and get a personally signed copy of the road novel to end all road novels. And remember if you join them you will always be at odds with them and everything they stand for! P.S There’s a free mannequin with every book sold! Get thee to Ocean Terminal in Leith or forever feel left out in the cold like a mug.

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Milk Race Speed Freaks. Stay nimble-fingered.I never, ever forget you bunch of sad lonely tug-boat enthusiasts. Check out this High Res 8MM amaze ball loin-tingler! One, two, three, So fee, fi, fo, fum, look out baby coz here I come…

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Outlaw Poetry & Cosmic Gigantic Flywheel

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Okay – gather round lit fiends – as you are aware, languishing as you do in your cock-roach infested bedsits all over the world, my work is not the easiest to find or get your sordid mitts upon. My work has been published in a variety of small international artisan presses, and even by a tiny press on a small island in the Mediterranean, and you have to be in the know to know. Señor Pedro knows what I’m on about. Most are limited editions, one book was so limited that it run to 25 copies only. Some are long out of print and others are expensive and well beyond the means of a lowly down at heel lit fiend.

And yet fret no more fiends for every now and then Ridgwell goes back to the electronic format of yesteryear and some stuff appears in the online arena. Outlaw poetry is one of the more established online literary sites and boasts a roll call of bonafide outlaw and outsider poets and writers. Click on the link below to read poems from my 6th and latest collection – Cosmic Gigantic Flywheel – which hopefully will see the light of day sometime in 2017. That’s if I can find a publisher crazy enough to publish the fucker.

So click and read and let me know what ya think of my latest shit. Have I slipped, have I finally lost my mind, or as usual, have I got my A game on and remain at least 20 years ahead of the chasing pack!

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Milk Race Aficionados. Stay sane and check out this 8mm stunner from the Fourth Emergency Service’s Top Gun room. One, two, three, is anybody going to San Antone or Phoenix Arizona…

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The Edinburgh Inch Continued…

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These little treasures will be available to view, pick up, even take away from the Scottish Design Exchange tomorrow onwards. And while you’re there make sure to to browse their esoteric bookstore, which contains some of the more harder to find underground publications, books you most certainly will not find in Waterstones or WH Smith. And also check out all the other goodies they have on offer.

Joseph Ridgwell

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Lit Fiend mail continued…

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Lit Fiend Mail…Don’t cha just love it!

If any of you fiends want one of these Poems For All Saturday Night Specials then get in touch via the contact page of this site, or email, or shitter, or some other way. Just don’t go turning up at the door of Ranchlette Ridgwell as, like Greta Garbo, I want to be alone.

Just in case some of you fruits are not hip to the size of these fuckers then see the pic below which will give you a little illumination, via a size contrast. I mean, some of you might think they are an eight hundred page weighty tome, you know like the ones the mainstream keep pumping out at the moment that nobody reads! Mainstream, we, the readers just do not have the attention span or even the capability to read such lengthy books. You should have learned that from Moby Dick, or Clarissa – the History of a Young Lady – by Samuel Richardson. Just one look at those meaty fuckers is enough to induce instant myopia.

Anyway – here’s the pic…

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Milk Race Fanatics. I’ll admit I’ve starved you bunch of perverted wankers. But keep with me and stay sane. Now, check out this Super 8mm eyeball cruncher!

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