Lost Elation, Brussels, Radio Panik, Ibiza and much much more…

Okay, Lit Fiends, gather round and listen in. Let me tell you all about my recent trip to the European mainland, to celebrate the publication of my latest book of poesy! I flew there on Friday morning, ate some fries with mayonnaise, a meatball the size of a cannonball, and downed five hundred Belgium beers.

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This was how I was greeted at the airpot VIP style.

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From the airport I was chauffeur driven to Brussels where I appeared on Belgium radio – click link below to listen to the interview – and then read at three different locations. I also stayed in a quirky loft apartment that had a glass floor, which after several Belgium beers, was a little unnerving! I have to say everyone I met was incredibly friendly and made me me feel like Brussels was home from home. Towards the end I even got used to the fact that Belgium men kiss each other when they meet, on the one cheek only. Anything else would be an extravagance! I also got to see the Grand Place and the little pissing boy. And also discovered there is a little pissing girl!

Many thanks must go to Tom Buron, who translated my poems, and Vincent and Cel for publishing them. Salut gentlemen and until June!

Now check out the beautiful book and then buy a copy!

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You can purchase this beautiful book of poems by contacting Vincent at Angle Mort Editions direct langlemort.edition@gmail.com

The French Connection, Brussels Literary Mafia, & Señor Ridgwell

Radio Panik

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And there’s more. My short-story – Ibiza – has just been published by East London Press. Check the pics, but this is one beautiful book guaranteed to enhance any Lit Fiends bookshelf. Set in the White island’s hedonistic haven of Sant Antoni, it features the heroes of my road novel Burrito Deluxe as they struggle to survive the glamorous perils of an early 1990’s Balearic summer.  It’s got booze, beaches, a babe, police brutality, narcotics, nightclubs, and a gut-wrenching tale of two ill-fated toothbrushes. All I may add is do not read while you are eating or drinking. To get your sordid mitts on a copy hit the link beneath the pic and start pumping those paypal buttons. (actually don’t bother, an act of futility – see below.)

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*I’ve just received news from the publisher that Ibiza sold out in less than 48hrs, which must be some kind of small press record. Thanks to everyone who brought a copy, and to those sad and woebegone hipsters who missed out, like the old bard once said – the early bird do indeed cacheth de worm!

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East London Press

Milk Race Avids – feast your debauched optics on this Super 8mm brain cruncher. One two, one two, oh to live on Sugar Mountain. With the barkers and the colored balloons
You can’t be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you’re thinking that you’re leaving there too soon

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Where were you in 92? Coming soon…

 

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San Antonio, Ibiza, the White Island, 1992, before it became a corporate nightmare.  More adventures from Ronnie and Ridgwell the heroes of Burrito Deluxe. This will be a hand-bound, hand sewn, letterpressed craft item, limited to an edition of 50 copies, and coming soon, very soon lit fiends. Stay hip for more details as and when…

Milk Race Fans – use your imaginations for once, why don’t cha, you sad little wankers?

 

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Coming Soon…

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Milk Race Fanatics – stay sane – uni dos tres cuatro – went down to the casino, try my hand at the dice, the croupier she was called Amanda and a she give me some good advice…

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Chiron Review Summer/Fall 2018

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Three of my poems are featured in the latest Summer/Fall edition of the Chiron Review. The poems are taken from my forthcoming collection of poetry – Cosmic Gigantic Flywheel. (see pic below). The poems are – Cosmic Gigantic Flywheel, Go Ophelia Go and Ghost. This is a double edition of the Chiron, featuring some great poets, inc the fab John Dorsey.

To purchase a copy go here: Chiron Review

Now, although I rarely watch the news or follow current affairs – I much prefer to spend my time watching old re-runs of Happy Days – it has come to my attention that Britain might be about to leave the EU. Well that may be the case, but as we leave Europe I’m going into Europe, and will be headlining at a reading at a nightclub in Brussels Belgium on the 26/27th April 2019. More details as and when or even if I can be bothered to update you fannies. Anyway, there will be two events to celebrate another book of poetry -LOST ELATION9 POEMES DE L’EXALTATION PERDUE- that will be published by these forward thinking individuals – Angle Mort Editions

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Milk Race Fans. Stay Sane. I’ve still got some Super 8mm action in the vaults. Una dos tres – puff the magic dragon lived by the sea and frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee…
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Good Things Come in Small Packages…

So they say… but in the case of my latest collection of poems – The Beach Poems – it’s undoubtably true! Published by New York’s Bottle of Smoke Press, there are only 65 copies of this craft item, of which 45 copies are in wrappers and 10 copies are quarter-bound in tan Morocco over boards. Check out the photos to see for yourself, but until you hold a copy in your hands you won’t really know how lovely they are. Go to the Bottle of Smoke Press website to order a copy.

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Tug Boat fanatics. I know I’ve let you sordid fuckers down in the last few months, but just for old times sake, here’s another Super 8mm eyeball strainer from my Top Gun Room. Una, Dos, Tres, Layla, you’ve got me on my knees, Layla, I’m begging, darling please, Layla, darling won’t you ease my worried mind…

The Cross

Abbie Foxton gets back on the sleaze express and uncovers another Lit Fiend gem

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Once on Australian soil, Joe soon gets sucked into the vortex of eccentrics, drug addicts, strippers, witches, locals and tourists. His charm getting him a roof, a job and a root in no time. This is early Ridgwell, young and traveling down under. No money, no fixed address. Grabbing work wherever he can find it. Usually reeling with boredom or tossing it in due to the unrelenting madness of those in charge. Back in the Cross, Joe resumes his bender. Debt and a run in with a mean gang of cockatoos sends him into a pit of depression and into some pretty awkward and dangerous situations. Watching short lived lives has taken its toll on his soul. Avoiding the great fall, Joe is reacquainted with England via some dodgy member of ‘The Family’ who is on his way to Sydney and into Joe’s life. An unwelcome situation of ‘minding’ until some heat blows over. With no other choice than to look after him, Joe takes us via short stories to the eerie energy and the tracks of the Megalong Valley of the Blue Mountains, the crazy world of carnies down south to Victoria and visits to all the classic dodgy clubs that the Cross and its environs has to offer. When he’s not being confronted by pissed off sugar daddies or shooting sulphur crests by the wall, luck beams down and sends him off on the next adventure. Joe is touched by the arsey fairy. Seriously, look it up if you don’t quite understand the vernacular. Maybe it’s only in his fictional life. Though it’s been a crazy stay so far. The curse of Kings Cross’s resident witch Rosalee Norton seems to have touched him at times. 20160429_125048But just when he’s reached the depths of despair, when there seems no way out, a miracle occurs. Each story here is a holiday slide show, a montage of schemes and hangovers, an amazing race of scams, booze and surviving as a stranger in OZ. Forever dreaming because ‘Aren’t those who lose dreaming lost?’

You can purchase this and other re-releases from the enlightened folk at Ternary Editions

 

 

Where Are The Rebels?

Taking the best poems from Joe’s successful out of print poetry book Load The Guns and tightening it into another was a tough project. So all the hard work has finally paid off. The beast is now out. A revamped Where Are The Rebels is ready to surface again, full of fine tuned pieces of perfection with an addition of a few new poems they found locked in a vault in Switzerland. Now Lit Fiends around the world can read for themselves via the new side publishing arm of Bottle Of Smoke Press, Ternary Editions.

Ternary Editions specialise in out of print books that they feel need another airing.  So this is indeed true of Where Are The Rebels? It aint huge, but it’s not the size that counts right? These are thrilling ‘encounters with dead strippers, dead girlfriends, deadbeat jobs, and the beauty and banality of modern existence in all its convoluted complexity’.

Gotta get me some of that! If you’re already a Ridgwell Fanatic and want to purchase or  to find out more about Ternary Editions get on the website

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