
Weiße Katzen beobachten Goldfische / White Cats Watching Goldfish, Arthur Heyer (1872-1931)

Weiße Katzen beobachten Goldfische / White Cats Watching Goldfish, Arthur Heyer (1872-1931)
« La couleur est mon obsession quotidienne, ma joie et mon torment. » — Claude Monet (1840-1926)
“Color is my day-long obsession, my joy and my torment.” — Claude Monet

Illustration of a swallowtail butterfly (Papilio machaon) by Denys Watkins-Pitchford (1905-90), who used the pen-name of BB for books like The Little Grey Men (1942)

Cover of Albinö Rhino’s Upholder (2016)
I don’t like the music, but I do like the cover.
In terms of core issues around maximal engagement with keyly committed core components of the counter-cultural community, one of the saddest, sorriest and sighfullest sights among them is that of the talented lad from the wrong side of the tracks who betrays his class by turning himself into a Guardian-reader, in terms of core cultural assumptions and behaviour.
Northampton’s Alan Moore has done it.
London’s Stewart Home has done it.
Huddersfield’s John Coulthart has done it.
How do I know?
[Readers’ Advisory: If you are easily disturbed, distressed and/or disgusted, please stop reading NOW.]
I know because
[I mean it. Stop reading or you may well regret it.]
I know because each of these talented lads from the wrong side of the tracks now bears the Mark of the Beast, metaphorically speaking.
[Last chance.]
Each of them has, on multiple occasions and without the minimalest micro-metric of shame or irony, deployed the key Guardianista phrase “in terms of”.
• For proof of Alan Moore’s deplorable delinquency, please see here.
• For proof of Stewart Home’s dep-del, please see here.
• For proof of John Coulthart’s dep-del, please see in the same place as you possibly saw or are-about-to-see Stewart Home’s, i.e. here.
So. After seeing and lamenting those horrific examples of class-betrayal, I thought I was hermeneutically hardened and would never again experience sadness, sorrow or sighfullness at the sight of a talented lad etc.
I was wrong.
As I learned when I read this interview in The Mail on Sunday:
There was a lot of negativity in terms of my mum getting frustrated with us as kids, messing around all the time, smashing things in the house and my nan lived in the same road, a few houses down. […] In terms of therapy, I have spoken to a few different people. I have never done a period of time where I have done two years with someone and it has been ongoing. […] Everything I am asking of those players in terms of hard work, honesty, trust, commitment…if I was just to turn round and say “I have had an offer, I’m off”, I honestly couldn’t do that to the players and the staff. — Wayne Rooney reveals his secret two-day drinking binges etc
Oh, Wayne, Wayne, Wayne. How could you do it? But I think we can easily guess where he was infected: it was during his therapy-sessions.
Elsewhere other-accessible
• Ex-Term-In-Ate! — interrogating issues around why “in terms of” is so teratographically toxic…
• All posts interrogating issues around “in terms of”…
• All posts interrogating issues around the Guardian-reading community and its affiliates…

Copepoda by Ernst Haeckel from Kunstformen der Natur / Artforms of Nature (1904)

Cover of ASG’s Survive Sunrise (2018) by Malleus Rock Art Lab
• Photograph of diatoms collected in Russia and arranged on a microscope slide in 1952 by A.L. Brigger
Slow Exploding Gulls have always been one of my favorite bands and Yr Wylan Ddu (1996) is one of my favorite albums by these Exeter esotericists. The cover is one of their best too:
Yr Wylan Ddu (1996) by Slow Exploding Gulls
Yr Wylan Ddu is Welsh for “The Black Gull”. But it’s become a white gull to celebrate the album’s twenty-fifth anniversary:
Yr Wylan Ddu (2021 re-issue)
Elsewhere other-accessible
• Mental Marine Music — an introduction to Slow Exploding Gulls
• Slow Exploding Gulls at Bandcamp
• Gull-SEG — the oldest and best Slow-Exploding-Gulls fan-site