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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Friday, September 09, 2005
    Kiss me with Apocalypse
    "I can't get enough of it
    Kiss me with Apocalypse
    An instant hit "

    I sat too long to reflect on the world and the refrain of Super Furry Animals' Zoom! started to haunt me. It really does feel like we've been kissed by Apocalypse, staring unbelieving at the sunken wreckage of that iconic city New Orleans, angered into numbness and self-loathing by our leaders' refusal to shoulder any responsibility for this (withdrawn flood defence money from shamed outsider city), or bombs at home (fifteen years' unprovoked devastation of Iraq and Afghanistan), feeling helpless in the face of various friends' heartaches, heart-attacks and homelessness. I guess the world's always been this cracked, but the stinking Apocalypse kiss seems fresh and repulsive on my unwilling lips tonight.