Nick Blinko (British, 1961) - Counsel of Voices (1986)
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Omg. I dunno how I missed this, but will blame the pandemic. Regardless, 2021 saw the first ever release in DECADES from the tortured soul of Nick Blinko and his Rudimentary Peni outlet. I will review it after I’ve given a fuckton of listens. Rudimentary came out of Crass Records in the very early 80s, since that time releases and live performances have been sporadic to say the least- this is likely in no small part to the artist (he does all RP cover art) and musician whom has spent a lifetime in and out of mental institutions. "Great War” is a monumental release and so telling of the magnitude of hell the pandemic left in its wake that I actuAlly missed its initial release.
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Mandrake by Nick Blinko (from The Haunted Head, Coptic Cat, 2009)
The field of poison is made so by the crop of
mandrakes simultaneously screaming underground.
Even planting a solitary mandrake 'neath the
blackwood will not produce the greatest desired effect.
No, the mandrake must grow in the moon's rays. And
dwell near its cursing cousin, the deadly nightshade.
Trail the walk of the natterjack toad, for many nights it
will make you follow then you unearth the young
mandrake's home as shown. The teething specimen
you may eat as it screams. If assorted mouthfuls of
worms and mud impair your mad meal, you may do
better and mummify the mandrake harnessing screams
in the strength and frequency you desire. A mandrake
attaining great age is usually a mute, certainly so in
captivity. If ungagged as its life expires the mandrake
issues forth a most horrendous and macabre death
rattle. Like a combined group of humans, similarly
emitting the gurgling-screaming-crying and other more
chilling sounds from the throat at the point of death is
also how the expiring ancient mandrake sounds, only
longer and louder in volume.
Or you might have your stomach cut open, mandrake
inserted, halitosis ensues as do words which offend
and an occasional play of flame across your lips, a
reminder of the origins of the mandragon.
They fall off the womandrake, tiny but fully formed
males and females, purposeful and self contained like
toadlets. These are baby mandrakes following
ways lit by the night's white beams. For some the path is
interrupted. Intercepted at dusk by occasional juvenile
individual birds, called the Goatsucker or more often
the Nightjar. Once swallowed the mandrake will cause
the bird, at first, great sadness, then mad flights,
swooping, crashing, dying. Landing up in a vicinity
advantageous to the mandrake who exploits the dead
bird as a kind of compost. This process does cause
some apparent harm, afflicting the body of the
mandrake but this acts only as a kind of early drastic
pruning and if the mandrake survives and it almost
always does, it becomes far more hardy, growing
quickly but also in a more sturdy way.
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first entry. stayed up all night last night after we went to see poor things — I love Chris so much and it’s such a powerful joy to spend time with him — and I felt ebullient and excited and a little bit ready to cry at everything. Not in frustrated despair. Body hurts from when I ate shit walkin off the the highway curb thing after getting mildly mugged by a salesman. im anxious about all the usual shit money it’s money it’s money. Can I still call Hannah? I know why I sabotaged it. Trash and shit all over my room, no space elsewhere, always got half a job and mostly a not job. I’m excited to play a show and do a standy up set. I have been thinking again that yes obviously I should pick back up on the backlog YT series where it left off, if 3 poorly edited bad sound quality ones can get some friends and friend diaspora and a tiny chunk of extradiasporic money from the patreon surely a better version can get more. All I fuckin wanna do is whatever I like to do. Not I’m lazy but I’m good at it, and I’m not good at most things.
Kyle and I talk. I’m worried about him I mean deeply but it felt extraordinary to be able to have a real and non bullshit connection, two dudes unguarded, tears, sharing heartbreak sharing fears about using and losing. Kyle is a gem, he is a fuckup like me and he’s fucked things up for other people and he knows it, hes fucked me over too, but I can feel in his voice when we talk that we are trapped in the same kind of thing. I don’t have a clue what to do to help which is disturbing to me always. Tomorrow will feel shitty obviously. No sleep, 8 hour debt. But it will be good, I will make it so. Today walking around I felt I could walk around in a Cool way. Like I had it, I could have it, I could have it like it was Wilson when they said “I found you intimidating you were so cool.” Caroline—eh. Ah, maybe another night. I’m on a kick of just unabashed enjoying listening to the misfits all the time like a fuckn child, which means something, and I hope I can MaNifest it to mean something good
I await Sara’s party breathlessly. I wish it were just for me. When can I have her ear when can I have her entirely for long moments and nights
drawings are by Nick Blinko the incredible horror vacui artist, schizophrenic guy, singer of the underrated menacing genius Rudimentary Peni
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Couldn't be happier with my new tattoo!
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Nick Blinko (British, 1961) - Untitled (n.d.)
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time passing unseen, heavy with mortality
with memory and sentiment and fearful regret
bitter seed of futile fertility
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Come gentle death
In dead of night,
And steal away
The morning light.
Nick Blinko, No More Pain
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The universe sometimes prepares such strange, great gifts. June 2022
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Nick Blinko
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My mind malaise might not be as complex as Nick Blinko's, but that didn't stop me to relate to RUDIMENTARY PENI'S POPE ADRIAN 37TH PSYCHRISTIATRIC, the album inspired by Blinko's (who has schizoaffective disorder) whole time in an institution and his delusion of being Pope Adrian IV. It's an album that uses repetition as a way to convey a feeling of claustrophobia and senselessness (to the point of a sample of the phrase "papas adrianus" being played on loop non-stop for the entire record) and if you know me, you know i love a despair-inducing album as part of a healthy diet of music.
This illustration is a "fanart" of some sort of that album, and of blinko's entire body of work, that i highly recommend. rudimentary peni has a whole aesthetic world that is very rich and grim.
my sharpies are dying so this is mostly black acrylic on regular cheap paper
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