Tag Archives: Henrik Knudsen

Pastblast – The Raft of the Medusa

‘O stand, stand at the window As the tears scald and start; You shall love your crooked neighbour With your crooked heart.’ It is possible for life to be a bowl of shit. Or it can be a much smaller … Continue reading

March 10, 2013 Posted in Reflections Tagged with: , , , , , , , , , Leave a comment

They Know the Croaking Chorus from The Frogs of Aristophanes

Even as the bedrooms at Bell End have been clogged to capacity with residents from as far away as Polynesia and as near as Washington Avenue, the social hub has been curiously quiet. Right? Almost as if Selwyn sent his … Continue reading

July 27, 2012 Posted in Reflections Tagged with: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Leave a comment

Lost Tribes of Whitechapel: The Wild, The Innocent and the Bell End Shuffle

‘And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of Bell End moved across the face of the waters …’ With its sophomore squirt at the Art World behind … Continue reading

April 17, 2012 Posted in Reflections Tagged with: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Leave a comment

Look, Bellender, On This Island Now

The leaping light for your delight discovers, Stand stable here And silent be, That through the channels of the ear May wander like a river The swaying sound of the sea. This is where Selwyn’ll be next week; London, from … Continue reading

April 7, 2012 Posted in Announcements Tagged with: , , , , , , , , , , , , , Leave a comment

Henrik Renders Bell End Proper-Like

It has to be said. In all the self-induced tittering about life at Bell End, the same question comes up over and over. What the hell does it look like? What is it like to stay there? Or to shoot … Continue reading

February 24, 2012 Posted in Announcements Tagged with: , , 2 Comments

The Faders

We put dimmers on the switches in the bedrooms. I called them faders, because I’m English and probably a bit stupid too. Me and Henrik did it. It was fucking great. Afterwards we nearly had sex. But it didn’t feel right, … Continue reading

February 8, 2012 Posted in Announcements Tagged with: , , Leave a comment

If You Weren’t Licked, Maybe You Weren’t Worth Licking.

We are haunted by the clarion call for a post-mortem of last Thursday night’s Bell End happening. Haunted as in the song of the same name. Y’know, Sinead O’Connor soars over the first verse as if she was the Angel … Continue reading

December 23, 2011 Posted in Reflections Tagged with: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 2 Comments