As I've nothing to better to do just now, here's that last post again with the HTML corrected.

My Da maintains that shitting in the woods, is as close to a mystical state, as he's ever experienced.

I've been pondering this, CS, and can only conclude it must be a man thing. Many men of my acquaintance have said similar things, but no women - at least none who would admit to it...

the throes of nascence

The phrase occurs in an asterisked footnote written in Peter Blegvad's exquisite calligraphy that sprawls over the cover of Slapp Happy's Desperate Straights (1975), recorded in collaboration with Henry Cow. A line in the song A Worm is at Work refers to a pissy myth about birth of war and the footnote reads: The reference is to "War (Energy Enslaved)" a Moore / Blegvad composition still in the throes of nascence. This song appeared on Henry Cow's In Praise of Learning (1975), recorded in collaboration with Slapp Happy, and also features on Moore's Flying Doesn't Help (1978). Did Blegvad ever do a solo version I wonder? Whatever the case, it's the only Henry Cow song ever covered by The Fall!

Tell of the birth
Tell how war appeared on earth

Thunder and herbs
Conjugated sacred Verbs
Musicians with gongs
Fertilised an egg with song
Asleep in the sphere
her foetus was a Knot of fear.
She butted with her horn
Split an egg and war was Born
A miracle of hate
She banged her spoon against her plate

Upon her spoon this motto
wonderfully designed:
"Violence completes the partial mind."

Stacking the bones
on the empty aerodrome
Tinted turtle green
She haunts the slender submarine
She shakes her gory locks
over the deserted docks

Come follow me
Out of dark obscurity
Follow my torch
Pilgrims at the double march
Through meadows & seas
Abattoirs and Libraries
The pilgrims increase
Boasting they are led by peace
They gut huts with gusto
Pillage villages with verve
War does what she has to
People get what they deserve.

Upon her spoon this motto
wonderfully designed:
"Violence completes the partial mind."

Hmmm - maybe it's time I did a cover of this myself...

ART IS NOT A MIRROR - IT IS A HAMMER - John Grierson