Books: Johnny Thunders, In Cold Blood, The New York Dolls, The Prettiest Star, The Only Ones, From Albion to Shangri-La. Films: 'Arthur Kane-New York Doll. 'Looking For Johnny', The Greenwood Faun, Incurable: The Haunted Writings of Lionel Johnson, the Decadent Era's Dark Angel. Liner Notes: Nico, The New York Dolls, The Heartbreakers, Iggy & The Stooges. Contributions to: Mojo, Uncut, Classic Rock. Anthologies: 'Bosie & The Beast' - Fenris Wolf 8'. 'South-West 13' Egaeus Press. Forthcoming: 'How Shall Dead Men Sing' - Egaeus Press - 'A Midwinter Entertainment.'
Prior to lockdown, I was interviewed by the sartorially splendid Darcy Sullivan for the equally dandified spring edition of ‘The Chap.’ Darcy asked some unusually pertinent questions that included a fine quota of Thunder’s related queries and also provided the opportunity to recollect seeing Quentin Crisp in conversation at the Royal Court in Liverpool. Crisp was the first author I’d seen address an audience and he was as you might expect, very witty and engaging. He was also most gracious when the time came for me to get a copy of ‘The Naked Civil Servant’ signed. Pete Burns was also getting his copy signed. Both gone now in the twinkling of gloriously painted eyes that recall the mad decadent verse of Edmund Gosse:
‘Prince-jewellers, whose facet-rhymes combine/ All hues that glow, all rays that shift & shine/ Farewell thy song is sung, thy splendour fled.’……….
This informative and lavishly illustrated book is out now.
Includes the four versions of In Cold Blood, two versions of Too Much Too Soon and the Johnny Thunders Sleeve Notes by Nina Antonia as well as her interview with Brian Young. Thank you, Hiroshi and congrats!
What are faeries and how did W.B Yeats, one of their most vocal aficionados, develop his fascination? What did the Sidhe mean to him? Where did he find them? Is there a connection between nature, standing stones, corpse roads and faery paths?
Yeats changed public perceptions of the faeries – outlining the differences between Celtic faeries and English faeries. He was fascinated by the beliefs of the Irish Peasantry and used faeries as muses.
In this magical session we’ll be looking at Yeats best faerie poems as well as his influence on other Irish poets who also became faerie-fixated.
This talk stems from a feature ‘The Host of the Air’ by Nina that appeared in a recent anthology dedicated to W.B Yeats entitled ‘The Far Tower’, courtesy of Ireland’s only gothic/supernatural publisher, Swan River Press.
Nina Antonia has been a published author for almost 30 years but it is only in the last three years that she gained the confidence to begin writing about the supernatural and exploring esoteric themes.
She frequently wears green, the favoured colour of ‘The Good People’.
A return to the pleasant surrounds of Kensington Library heralds my first public engagement of 2020! Bet you can’t wait……it’s also the first time I’ve been asked to talk at a Folklore Festival where I shall be pondering W.B Yeat’s faery fascination and exploring how it affected his poetry. Although the Faeries or in Yeats’ case, the Sidhe, have long been muses to poets, no other versifier has captured their wilful glamour quite so well. We will be travelling far from the cloying imagery beloved by Disney into the bloodless and bejewelled caverns of the Fay. Assisted by the elegant Sir Darcy Sullivan, President of the order of the silk cravat, I will also explore Peasant Lore in Ireland and discourse upon how one might live in harmony with ‘The Good People’. Tir – Nan-Og here we come…….
Honoured to have a feature in this very attractive tribute to W.B Yeats. Featuring an introduction from the inimitable Mark Valentine who did the same for ‘The Greenwood Faun’ (Egaeus Press). Thank you to Swan River Press, Ireland’s only independent gothic & supernatural publisher for asking me to contribute to this spectacular anthology. Every Swan River book serves to remind us of Ireland’s lambent literary history whilst captivating the modern reader. Thank you again to everyone for working on this project. It turned out beautifully–wait until you see the cover, which we printed in gold foil.
Moments away from the snarling frenzy of traffic on the main road and into the quieter arteries of Bloomsbury, a sense of the past still lingers. Once an oasis of creative bohemia, the area has managed to hang on to its identity, there are second- hand book shops, coffee bars where you can hear Jonathan Richman and Roy Orbison whilst corner pubs feature some of the original Victorian exteriors, sea green and damson purple tiles glimmering in the late afternoon sun as they have done for the last century or so. I am nervous and suggest to my companions, ‘Lord’ & ‘Lady’ Darcy that we venture to the small park on the next block from ‘Gays the Word’ bookshop, where we will be launching ‘Incurable’ – the selected writings of Lionel Johnson, featuring a biographical essay and some photographs as old as the pubs. (Available via Strange Attractor Press.) I wonder if Lionel, a desperate tippler, ever drank round here. The vast Gothic hulk, The Russell Hotel, probably belonged to the family of one of his dearest friends, Francis, Earl Russell. It is a fascinating monolith, the exterior decorated with plump garlanded cherubs and shell-shocked Merlads coiled around lights that no longer work. How fantastic it must have once looked, like a magical ship sailing on a sea of night.
London has become a very difficult place to live in, uncomfortable, over-priced, and competitive – circumstances keep me here but it also has so many poetic ghosts fluttering around like spectral white moths that I am inclined to stay until I too join them. It is nearly twilight, the day giving itself up to the evening and I’ve begun to procrastinate – part of the pre-event ritual. I insist politely that we stop off at the little park to watch the last of the sun’s rays glancing off the leaves on the tall trees, like tiny golden darts. Lord Darcy, dashing dandy about town, press officer for the Oscar Wilde society, who will be asking the questions that need to be asked, reminds me that we really should convene to ‘Gays the Word.’
I’ve done many literary events over the years but none have been as enjoyable as this one or as thoughtfully prepared, a big thank you to Uli who did all the organising. What makes an evening special? The venue has much to do with it, ‘Gay’s the Word’ being a historical and community landmark, as well as a Queer safe space and a very fine bookshop. The audience are brimming with good-will; Jamie from Strange Attractor gives a stirring speech about how independent publishers and independent bookshops are part of the same precious fabric. Lord Darcy’s moustache is impeccable as is his knowledge of Oscar Wilde. One of the microphone’s break, but that happens at every event, usually I blame the ghost of Johnny Thunders but tonight it’s Lionel Johnson being the little trickster, despite his melancholy visage on multiple copies of ‘Incurable’ taking up most of the shop window display. The past always interweaves with the future, however, and just as we are about to start, Walter Lure arrives with Mick Rossi, currently playing in Walter’s LAMF band. I cannot believe that a Heartbreaker has attended one of my gigs!! But stranger things have happened. They always do.