Riverrun, past Eve and Adams, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs. Sir Tristram, violer damores, frover the short sea, had passencore rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: nor had topsawyers rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse to Laurens Countys gorgios while they went doublin their mumper all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to tauftauf thuartpeatrick not yet, though venissoon after, had a kidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though alls fair in vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot a peck of pas malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory end to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface. The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan, erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes: and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since devlinsfirst loved livvy.

Alexander Guy

Hello there! Welcome!

Yes you! Down here! there we go: this is my website. I created it so I could put all my stuff in one place. Here you will find my writing, music, film work, and whatever else I've done or eventually will do. To me all of my work is very interconnected, and I would like this website to act as some kind of grand art project which will connect everything together. I have no coding experience though so it might take a while to look pretty!

I come from the windswept island of New Zealand, a craggy and slightly melancholy place floating off the edge of the world's Southern Ocean. From the time I hung up my schoolboy uniform I spent a large amount of time travelling about, I left that land regularly and found myself in odd corners of the globe, tilling fields, pouring pints and doing my best to make sense of the strange languages around me. In the end I spent quite a lot of this time in a kind of permanent semi-solitude, skipping away from town to town or country to country whenever I started to feel a little suffocated, there always seemed to be something more just a bit further on, something I could not see but I always felt was close. By constantly getting up, moving on, and shaking off my roots I sought to find what was left when all the clayey bits of mud had dropped away. It was a naive process, but I knew no better, and though I'm still trying to fit myself in to that bigger picture I feel like I at least have a better understanding of it all than when I first started.

Art is one of these things that brings me meaning. Though it was never at the foreground of my childhood or adolescence, once I found it I decided never to let go. I found New Zealand to be too small, too tired to be able to offer a nurturing environment for this tricky phenomenon. So I worked on it in secret mostly. The country did eventually give me a couple things, namely: a dole of 300NZD a week for pretending to look for work, a very beautiful back garden (with cliffs, oceans, mountains, seals and sand dunes etc.), and the occasional kind word from a friend. In the end I started believintg that if I put in the effort, I could eventually start making some good stuff myself. And so here is that project: Voila! More or less the project of a life time, and if all goes well it will still evolve for a very long time. At the end of the day, I do not really know why you should want to read any of these words, listen to anything that I've made, or watch any of these films. I have made all this to try gain a better understanding of myself by contextualizing my experience. There is only the vain hope that maybe you will find something in my work which will add to your understanding, as so many other artists have done for me. And perhaps it shall only be some kind of cautionary tale, but here is my life, artistically rendered: take, leave, destroy what you will. I wish you well on your journey.