At The Quinte Hotel

I am drinking
I am drinking yellow flowers
in underground sunlight
and you can see that I am a sensitive man
and I notice that the bartender is a sensitive man
so I tell him the beer he draws
is half fart and half horse piss
and all wonderful yellow flowers
But the bartender is not quite
so sensitive as I supposed he was
the way he looks at me now
and does not appreciate my exquisite analogy
Over in one corner two guys
are quietly making love
in the brief prelude to infinity
Opposite them a peculiar fight
enables the drinkers to lay aside
their comic books and watch with interest
while I watch with interest
a wiry little man slugs another guy
then tracks him bleeding into the toliet
and slugs him to the floor again
with ugly red flowers on the tile
three minutes later he roosters over
to the table where his drunk friend sits
with another friend and slugs both
of em ass-over-electric-kettle
so I have to walk around
on my way for a piss
Now I am a sensitive man
so I say to him mildly as hell
“You shouldn’ta knocked over that good beer
with them beautiful flowers in it”
So he says “Come on”
So I Come On
like a rabbit with weak kidneys I guess
like a yellow streak charging
on flower power I suppose
& knock the shit outa him & sit on him
(he is just a little guy)
and say reprovingly
“Violence will get you nowhere this time chum
Now you take me
I am a sensitive man
and would you believe I write poems?”
But I could see the doubt in his upside down face
in fact in all the faces
“What kind of poems?”
“Flower poems”
“So tell us a poem”
I got off the little guy but reluctantly
for he was comfortable
and told them this poem
They crowded around me with tears
in their eyes and wrung my hands feelingly
for my pockets for
it was a heart-warming moment for literature
and moved bt the demonstrable effect
of great Art and the brotherhood of people I remarked
“-the poem oughta be worth some beer”
It was a mistake in terminology
for silence came
and it was brought home to me in the tavern
that poems will not realy buy beer or flowers
or a goddam thing
and I was sad
for I am a sensitive man

- Al Purdy from his book “Poems For All The Annettes”

‘Bar Maids’ 
Julian Baker
London, November 2010
www.julianbaker.com/photography/overt/

mexicanist:

Julian Baker

‘Bar Maids’ Julian Baker London, November 2010 www.julianbaker.com/photography/overt/

mexicanist:

Julian Baker

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“Coming out”
London, April 2014
Julian Baker

“Coming out”
London, April 2014
Julian Baker

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A long time a go, for a very short time, I took photographs for a living. And stuck letterforms together.

At the time I really liked this up and coming pop group, and heckled the record company into signing them. Which was nice, since I got to shoot their portrait.

Saw these float by yesterday in a web search.
Funny how things play out.

"the boys i mean are not refined
they go with girls who buck and bite
they do not give a fuck for luck
they hump them thirteen times a night

one hangs a hat upon her tit
one carves a cross on her behind
they do not give a shit for wit
the boys i mean are not refined

they come with girls who bite and buck
who cannot read and cannot write
who laugh like they would fall apart
and masturbate with dynamite

the boys i mean are not refined
they cannot chat of that and this
they do not give a fart for art
they kill like you would take a piss

they speak whatever’s on their mind
they do whatever’s in their pants
the boys i mean are not refined
they shake the mountains when they dance"

E E Cummings

Made an icon for a bunch of tracks I wouldn’t have heard if it weren’t for Tumblr… Caramel.

Pay it back. Play it back.

Made an icon for a bunch of tracks I wouldn’t have heard if it weren’t for Tumblr… Caramel.

Pay it back. Play it back.

Balance of powerJulian Baker
London, February 2014

Balance of power
Julian Baker
London, February 2014

Rowena Macdonald
London, January 2014
Author of “Smoked meat”
Julian Baker
From the series “Novelists”

Rowena Macdonald
London, January 2014
Author of “Smoked meat
Julian Baker
From the series “Novelists

Balance of power (Polaroid) Julian Baker
London, February 2014

Balance of power (Polaroid)
Julian Baker
London, February 2014

Models, please read.

thezexdiaries:

I’ve been making a few posts about a horrible shooting experience I had back in December 2012. I have not been myself since. I just wanted to continue with my life and forget that it happened but I couldn’t. It’s caused me many sleepless nights and distress.

I have since reported it and he will…

Irvine Welsh
by Julian Baker
Glasgow, December 2013

From the series “Novelists”

Irvine Welsh
by Julian Baker
Glasgow, December 2013

From the series “Novelists

mike-funk:

i made a new comic guyz reblog if u agree ;)

mike-funk:

i made a new comic guyz reblog if u agree ;)

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“Life support”
A triptych comprising ‘One Third Inflated’ London, July 2012 / ‘Les Préservatifs’ London, September 2013 / ‘Life Support’ June, 2013
Julian Baker

www.julianbaker.com/photography/triptychs/

“Life support”
A triptych comprising ‘One Third Inflated’ London, July 2012 / ‘Les Préservatifs’ London, September 2013 / ‘Life Support’ June, 2013
Julian Baker

www.julianbaker.com/photography/triptychs/

“Les Préservatifs” (Panel 2) – From the Life Support triptych
Julian Baker
London, September 2013www.julianbaker.com/photography/triptychs/

“Les Préservatifs” (Panel 2) – From the Life Support triptych
Julian Baker
London, September 2013
www.julianbaker.com/photography/triptychs/

“One Third Inflated” (panel one) – From the Life Support triptych
Julian Baker
London, July 2012www.julianbaker.com/photography/triptychs/

“One Third Inflated” (panel one) – From the Life Support triptych
Julian Baker
London, July 2012
www.julianbaker.com/photography/triptychs/