AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, Medium Chief Running Water ponders a possible connection between the illegal rug trade and the landmine scheme. Here, back to the wandering Cornishman, now aka Tresovian, last seen in NYC…

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 24

Ddwwchyllff was prone to mood swings. Ddwwchyllff’s most recent mood swing had swung him out of the revolving bedroom window to a fate of almost certain death, if not worse.

Peppet’s mood tended not to swing too far at all – if anything, at times, he may swing from miserable to really bloody miserable, but that was about it. He had left New York and was now making his way somewhere else. Exactly where: he would not say.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, the librarian covertly observes Wolfcastle inflate a ‘mobile phone booth’©…Now

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 23

‘What!?’

‘He… sort of… got carried away with it all sir and kind of …got swept along with the whole thing.’

‘The last thing I need right now is a dumb-ass loud-mouthed shit-for-brains dog handler deciding that he is the voice of the Cardiff police force live on the news channel!’ As he shouted, the veins on the Chief’s temples pulsated in time with his verbal emphasis.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, having enjoyed a romantic interlude, Laytah the call-girl and Dddwwychlyff (?) take turns trying to push each other out the Revolving©window. Now, the librarian spots Wolfcastle…

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 22

Wolfcastle turned from the window abruptly, his mind a blur with thoughts. They had stood against something, that much was true. But that was a long time ago. He was different now, he’d changed. Not just older with more gray hairs and wrinkles – something inside of him had altered. And Ddwwchllyff - Ddwwchllyff had changed too, he used to be taller for one thing.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, Schumacher escapes the Vice-Chancelor’s vile presence wearing the maintenance uniform and carrrying the battered suitcase of a, perhaps the, grey-haired lady? And now, back to Ddwwchllyff and the call-girl.

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 21
‘So you see Miss Cassleberry…’

‘Please, call me Laytah’

‘So you see,’ he began again, ‘Laytah, that’s how I came to big a big star in Rangoon. Cigar?’ Ddwwchyllff concluded, placing additional emphasis on her name.

‘No, thanks. I’ll stick with the pipe. That’s a fascinating tale though Mr Dddwwchyllff, truly fascinating’ she lied, stifling another yawn and blowing another cloud of smoke. Next time she’d do it the other way round.

Here are the dates for the Tour De Fat. I'll be performing with the Handsome Little Devils as part of the Squirmburpey Circus.
We won't be at every show, but definitely the first 5 and hopefully the last five. I will let you know when we have a confirmation!

Frisco July 8
San Francisco July 22
Truckee July 29
Seattle August 12
Portland August 19
Boise August 26
Missoula September 2
Durango September 16
Ft. Collins September 23
Flagstaff September 30
Tempe October 21

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode – Samantha Panther, ace reporter, meets a lacivious old Bangladeshi in -- Luxembourg.

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 20
‘Colleagues, lady, gentlemen… it has come to my attention that My…sorry, I mean The… University is not maximizing itself to the maximum,’ the Vice Chancellor was a clumsy public speaker at the best of times. He continued, ‘This is not good enough!’ he demanded, pounding his fist on the hardwood table as he spoke.

SAFE - T - GALLERYInc.
111 Front Street, Suite 214,
Brooklyn, NY 11201
718-782-5920
www.safetgallery.com

Maddy Rosenberg
Speculative Ruins

April 13 to May 13, 2006
Opening Reception Thursday April 13, 6 to 8 PM
Poetry and Prose Reading Thursday May 4, 7 PM

The small, intense and beautifully mysterious paintings of Maddy Rosenberg will be on display at Safe-T-Gallery from April 13 through May 13, 2006 in a show entitled “Speculative Ruins.”

Working at a scale that moves the viewer into an intimate zone only a few inches from the paint, Maddy Rosenberg presents scenes that challenge traditional senses of order, scale and logic. With a precise line, these small paintings evoke a rather intent world of disjunctive architectural ruins, augmented by classical and medieval voices. The imagery utilizes pre-Renaissance perspectives, but her color and overall layout are pure early 21st century. And the overall presentation, small intense blocks of color against the white gallery walls, is positively Juddian in its cogency, only smaller.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In Chapter 18B, the lip-reading lethal librarian pondered the incongruity of Welsh University student enrollment and Welsh University student/s. Now -- Luxembourg.

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 19
In earlier past days gone by, Wales had envied other nations, free nations. It had looked to them with jealous eyes and longed for what they had: Freedom. Iceland, Ecuador, Georgia, Fiji, Luxembourg. All places that were free. All places that Wales wanted to emulate. And so it had.

Unceremoniously squeezed between France, Germany and Belgium (Belgium!), Luxembourg had, in great inter-nation-al irony, looked back at Wales with equal, if not greater envy. A small nation. A tiny country. Slightly smaller than Rhode Island: a mere one thousand square miles of central northern European anonymousness. One thousand square miles and growing. Growing by the day. Growing outwards and growing upwards. The sheer indignity of losing all that land to Belgium (Belgium!) in 1839, even if it was in return for greater autonomy, had never fully been resolved.

sometimes i think of the old days. they were great but i am glad they're over

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, Wong offers Wolfcastle his support. “It hadn’t been asked for and Wolfcastle had been somewhat embarrassed at the time. What was he meant to do with the old man’s surgical truss?” And now, back to the librarian…

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 18B
Across town the librarian was coming to the end of her shift. She’d lipread the international business news and was waiting to see what the new weather girl had to mouth for herself. Lipreading wasn’t something she had to do out of necessity. It was purely a hobby. She approved of silence. That’s why the library job had appealed so much. Ideally she’d have gotten that job overdubbing the pauses in foreign films but they claimed she didn’t have ‘enough experience’. They gave to job to some ‘actress’ with a media studies degree. Who’d have known she’d fall under a bus on her way to work that first morning?