Monthly Archives: January 2008


The Hare summoned me one morning, via thought-wave, to a beach. I encountered him staring into the-middle-of-somewhere, contemplating nothing.

“Hare” I said, “It is a good day to build castles”.
“Out of sand?”
“If you wish…I prefer brick”

“I already have plenty of them. They show no sign of falling down.”

Okay. How are the clouds today?”
“Calm, as is the Sea”
“Oh good. Hare, what is that you are holding?

The Hare ventured into the water, with a conch held firmly to his ear. He sang a short burst of song, and returned to the shore.  

♥ “As I walk this land of broken dreams, I have Visions of many things”Jimmy Ruffin, What Becomes of The Brokenhearted?

“It is an iConch” said The Hare.

“An iConch?”

“Yes it can hold up to 240”


“Up to 7,500”

“No. wait. 2,000”

“2,000 what?”

“12. if theres a westerly wind. 12 more i mean.”


“…more or less. It fits on your belt. but to hear it you need to listen. Listen! That is the sound of 7,500 or so…”

“So what?”

“SO WHAT?!? just listen!”

Turn off your mind, relax and float downstream The Beatles, Tomorow Never Knows


“I say, Hare, that is the sound of the very Sea itself!”

“Yes, with the iConch, Infinity will follow you anywhere…”

“I sea.”

“I’ll forgive that typo..”, said The Hare.


Pictures When You Sleep

I remember being taken,
as if on rails,
past the stagecraft.

behind it are screams,

and behind the cardboard people,
are my disembodied friends.

The kit-kat in my hand,
was given to stop me,
and it too is melting…
the tears are in my lap.

and I’m supposed to sit here,
and this is meant to be fun.

what I remember is…
not wanting
what was given.

the kit-kat,
chocolate in my hand, melting
and a toy in my hand,

would scare me even more.

the toys are alive.

It’s dark,
and in the dark
I cannot tell
if my father is one of them,

puppets, I suspect.

Large Intestine.

The Hare keeps a small church by his bedside, and awoke with the tolling of its bells. “Breakfast”, he thought. Everything starts with Breakfast, perhaps a cup of coffee.

But first, he felt compelled to stay in bed a moment, to peer through the church’s stained-glass window, which depicted a woman admiring herself and a unicorn, idly in a mirror.


In the church, the Hare spied a priest arguing with an esteemed member of the congregration over the meaning of a specific word of Scripture. The word was “Breakfast”.

The Hare was hungry, and prepared the eggs he had been storing in his pocket. The eggs, cracked over the heads of newborn children, were to be served with the turmoil of their creation, kidnapping, and subsequent consumption. The eggs were pain of course, but a quiet pain, of the not-too-distracting sort, which can be endured over breakfast.

As part of The Hare’s breakfast ritual, he rolled up the newspaper, and ate it.

He then checked his watch, shampooed his hair, took of his clothes and said hello to an unsuspecting new world.

Peter and The Hare’s First Birthday Post and Mixtape (or, One of The Hare’s First Years of ‘Being’)


“For The Hare is The P.A.T.H.,
The Light,
The Thing in the Way of The Thing,
(and the lampshade.)”

– Proverb.

Peter And The Hare Are One!

It has been almost exactly a year since Peter and The Hare’s First post, which happened on this day last year. When you first met us, we started Meeting Ourselves, and since then have pursued several treacherous avenues that either went somewhere, or didn’t.

If you have joined us, and have enjoyed us, we are Thankful and we Thank You. If a computer screen and several miles of cyber-fog did not separate us, we would Touch You with all our hearts, which would beat you lovingly into submission. Of course, The Hare may have confused you, and left you as bemused as a mewing, orphaned lamb fed pickles. This is The Hare’s cruel fancy, though he is often kind.

Before I met The Hare, he himself was an orphan – a hare-child; lame and full of Silly.  I could not hope to make him a man, nor a boy, nor a friend, companion, or extraterrestrial f**k-buddy….  I fear he is hellbent on making Orphans of us all. At best, his presence is like carrying around one’s favourite piece of shrapnel in a fanny-pack.


In a year:

I opened the window and had to stop myself from falling.
There were trees… I was quite tired, though.
The shopkeeper added his own money to the till.
The Moon did not have golden syrup.
There was, instead, a pigeon, and many pigeon servants would follow.
There were door-handles…
…and I met Dmitri
…and Dmitri met the Deer Girl
…while I played a lot of Tetris.
The monkey squeaked. The organ squeaked.
We discovered the Internet
…and The Beetles.
There were silverfish.
There was some poetry.

We were Born on the 4th of January. In celebration of this occasion, I have prepared for you a gift that is not mine to give. We saw an mp3 blog once, and thought we’d do that.



Peter And The Hare’s First Birthday Compilation!


  1. To be played in it’s entirety, and in sequence.
  2. Songs for sample only. Shopkeeper’s link’s provided. If you like it, buy it.
  3. The songs won’t be here for long, but if you don’t like a song being here, email me and I’ll remove it.

1 Moondog – Down Is Up Buy
2 Various Production – Took
3 Ham1 – Hare Lipped Bust  Buy
4 Joan Baez – Who Murdered the Minutes? Buy
5 Of Montreal – So Begins Our Alabee Buy
6 Love – The Red Telephone Buy
7 Kevin Ayers – Oleh Oleh Bandu Bandong Buy
8 Deerhoof – Spiral Golden Town Buy
09 Spiro – The Sky Is a Blue Bowl Buy
10 Rio En Medio – Tiger’s Ear Buy
11 Wooden Wand – Invisible Children Buy
12 Silver Jews – Animal Shapes Buy
13 The Go! Team – Phantom Broadcast Buy
14 Maher Shalal Hash Baz – What’s Your Business Here Elija? Buy
15 Birdie Busch – Rabbit’s Foot Buy
16 Holy Ghost Revival – Autumn’s Children Buy
17 Mr Fox – Join Us In Our Game Buy
18 Sammy Price/Sister Rosetta Tharpe – Strange Things Happening Every Day Buy
19 The White Stripes – St. Andrew (This Battle Is In The Air) Buy

20 Bonus Track Don’t Buy


Happy Birthday, Everyone! 

Stay Cool, won’t you?