The Feast of St Arkansas


I’m in a large house. J is meeting a drummer. We discuss the feast of St Arkansas, while preparing potatoes. New potatoes, newer potatoes, newest potatoes. Old new potatoes. 

I’m in a dark room with a torch, drawing. I write the words “meeting at the library” in long, stringy, surreal letters, the word ‘library’ descends into a detailed scene of tiny ziggurats, and circles of alien, beetle like figures gathered in ritual circles. 
My battery is running low. Soon it will all be dark. 
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St. Arkansas is the 12th album by Pere Ubu

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