Indifference Publications
A nasty little blast from the dirty little past : ONLY / Social EP
Posted on December 12, 2014
INDIFFERENCE LAUNCH
Posted on December 5, 2014
WE ASK YOUR ATTENTION :
TODAY, the 5th day of this December, 2014, we hereby proudly announce the official launch of consumerable Indifference. An occasion marked by the simultaneous release of our first three publications:
ID01 : GRAND MAL – the debut NOVEL by JONNY WHITE,
ID04 : HITS – a cassette album from UK duo AUTO-EROTIC &
ID05 : THE FINAL REHEARSAL – a very special cassette album from ABORTO NATURAL
All three are AVAILABLE NOW from our SHOP . . .
“Begotten of fate and groomed by obsession, Indifference is a publication platform created to display the invigorating and earnest art of a talented new breed of artists unknown. Though its focus lies within the words, bleeding freely from and upon the full spectrum of art, the vision of Indifference is not locked to one single medium. The written, the spoken, the performed, the captured, the recorded, intertwine like the lost paths of the souls of destiny. The lived, the learnt, the suffered, the bled, the discovered, the seen, heard, read, resonate in dull perpetual hum through both the process of expression and the final product of it.”
Take a moment – take a look – have a see if you like what you see – support what we are trying to do, aiming to build, venturing to express – purchase an artefact – book, tape, both – or not – and either way, please, if you share even but a modicum of interest and or understanding, spread the news.
Thank you.
Indifference
From Grand Mal by Jonny White
Posted on October 26, 2014
For a moment there I thought I was somewhere else – somewhere in the long gone put behind past or the far off distant or maybe not so distant future. I don’t know – now that I’ve started thinking about it I’ve forgotten – I must remember to write these things down. As they happen I mean – obviously. Can’t quite place it… My head is in a pillow – not my own – do I even have ‘my own’ pillow any more? Where am I anyway? If I can’t even remember that, how am I going to remember when I have to leave? Or if I’m even supposed to be leaving at all? I don’t know. Who cares – it’s all too much… I’ll just close my eyes, take it easy, drift off into that other world, lie here in my sweltering solitude and remember my dream – recollect my nightmare… Drift back into it…
