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The only really genius numbers you have from me are as follows:

(1) the album recorded on binaural earphones, in a band called The Flood, where I climbed up and said I would plug my senses in the mains, where we explored dark music and irony conceived of as a musical key. The idea to invent the earphones was mine own, and the result can be found on rhythm guitarist Tom Woodhall’s Soundcloud page.

(2) the melted tape… I had a cassette that had a small pause where cut and resealed in the flimsy reel, a pause which healed and was gone, whereupon I cooked the tape in the dark blue AGA, top oven hottest one. The photos of the tape are the end result and live online, on my blog, under the title ‘Telepathic Elephant.’

(3) the sheet where pictures grew. This is technically my brother’s number, because he laid it down and designed it but the pictures that grew seem to depict the lyric to a song I wrote, so I am part of it. You can find my photograph of the sheet on my Blog.

I’ve also brought out no fewer than 18 books and 9 albums or long E. P.’s, but the staggering thing is the amount of really good un-published work I have albeit work that grows recursive as files change, which all seems better than what actually went out there, and a waste now that I am to pay for publication no longer. For example I have a book containing several mathematical proofs but am urged to economise my thinking by thinking that all the maths was done in my seven year old book The Sunset Child.

The 18 self or vanity press published books don’t please me much because I wasn’t getting them right, was in the dark about what happened in my childhood, and yet it’s all supposed to be over already. My brother says the best book was Soundcloud Rain, which was and is a book of songs organised according to his new da Vinci circle and so that I was Anon even though it was my own work. This Anonymity was decided upon when it was believed I was autistic and in order to help me “come out,” to make things easier. I didn’t like it, felt it was all about my brother’s genius and my part to play was providing a bunch of really terrible song lyrics that went on for more than 100 pages and which reminded me of all the wrong things in life. I don’t feel like I have done a good book yet, and nor is there anyone more deserving, in terms of being a noble and thankless servant of the poetry world.

Anyhow, I already left my CV on the blog so you can check the main moves I made, and my publications are listed in the CV should you want to read any but I wouldn’t recommend a single one. Maybe it’s time to take up children’s literature instead of all this.