New Release: Devon Welsh - New York / Realism

New double-single release!

Hi everyone,

I released two new songs today on Bandcamp that I wanted to share with you.

I also made a music video for the song “Realism”:

To close, here is a poem I wrote recently called “Squelchtastic”:

New Release: Belave - Does the bird fly over your head?

A new album from the project I do with my good friend Matthew E. Duffy

Hi everyone,

I’m updating you here to let you know about this album I just released with my friend Matthew E. Duffy under the name of Belave, a project we have been doing together since 2013.
The project is self-consciously experimental. We try to make music that doesn’t sound like anything else and that hopefully pushes some boundaries about what music can be in 2020. It’s all very messy and with a definite sense of humour.

If you want to check it out, you can find the album below:

Here is the album cover, designed by Matthew E. Duffy and featuring a photo taken by Pier-Hélène Rioux in Kosova:

Matthew E. Duffy and I have released 4 Belave albums, all of them are pretty wild and interesting in my opinion. If you’re curious, you can find all of those albums here:

Thank you all who are subscribed to this newsletter. I hope you’re doing okay in our shitty world.

New Album: Click Here Now!

I'm releasing a new album today, check it out!

Hi everyone,

Today a dark and uncanny thing is loosed upon the world: Click Here Now!

(click on the link to access the album).

This is the album cover:

The album is a musical interpretation of some poems I have published in the last few months online. A PDF of those poems and others is included in the Bandcamp download of the album.

You may have some serious questions about this release — why it was done, what it all means, etc. I’m going to try to round up some questions and record a Q&A response. I’ll be soliciting those on Twitter and Instagram but if you want you can also reply to this newsletter with questions.

Thank you for listening and I hope you enjoy!

If you’d like to support what I’m doing, I have a Patreon where I post unreleased demos from the Majical Cloudz period, demos from Dream Songs and True Love that were never released, and other stuff. I also post new music on Patreon before I release it publicly.

My Patreon can be found at:

Friday Poems Vol. 3

I skipped last week!

Hi everyone,

Here are two poems I have posted online this week. I skipped last week because I had nothing to send!

My Dude

I’m pissing in the wind, my dude.

I’ve lost my wallet, my dude.

I’ve blown my cover, my dude.

I feel like God, my dude.

I feel so weak, my dude.

I’m in the hole, my dude.

I’m overgrown, my dude.

I want to die, my dude.

I feel so far away, my dude.

Just like a star, my dude.

I would tax you, my dude.

I’d arrest you, my dude.

For you I would undress, my dude.

I love to laugh, my dude.

I love to play guitar, my dude.

I’ve lost control, my dude.

I have regrets, my dude.

I’ve hurt the ones I love, my dude.

I understand everything, my dude.

I’ve broken and entered, my dude.

I dance, my dude.

I get naked, my dude.

I tell it like it is, my dude.

I have to take a piss, my dude.

I need to take a shit, my dude.

I have zits, my dude.

I have scars, my dude.

I’m not alone, my dude.

I have a secret, my dude.

I can’t keep it, my dude.

Hyperextended Applause

*spooky organ music plays throughout; minimum lighting*

The 109-year-old woman famously born on the Titanic

clapped so hard for health care workers her wedding ring fell

thirteen stories to a New York City sidewalk and was sold,

proceeds going to Charity™.

The tectonic plates of History are beginning to shift.

EARTH is FLAT and STATIONARY: trust your senses.

Who among us does not secretly believe

the earth was probably made 6,000 years ago?

"N'en parlez jamais; pensez-y toujours" --

But who has the balls to say it?

“Two F-18s approach, see object has no wings or exhaust —

it is white, oblong, some 40 ft long and perhaps 12 ft thick.”

Babysitter: “If you keep it up I’ll yell so loud

the whole country’ll hear!”

‘Homer S’: “[laughter] what the man in the White House? [laughter]

Not likely! [extended laughter]”

The medical attorney who found the ring that day, Brian Wells,

ensured with the Ring Cash™ that no bankrupted patient

die without the proper paperwork being filed

or a vase of plastic flowers placed lovingly by the bedside.

If you were Tom Cruise, which colour tie would you wear, Red or Blue?

Your answer is your identity.

Use it to get a PhD. Use it, use the old Titanic lady. Use her now! Mangia, mangia!

What Will You Do With Your Ring Cash™?

Peacock looking for love escapes from Franklin Park Zoo,

but was lured back into his cage by a fake mating call

that someyoungdumb cop looked up on his phone.

The bird’s name was Cry. He cried. He died.

Friday Poems Vol. 2

Hi all,

I’m rounding up the poems I have posted online this week. I hope you enjoy them, thanks for subscribing to this admittedly strange newsletter!

Do You Have A Minute?

The Hershey Company, also known as Hershey’s, would like to speak with you about a matter that we all agree is important more now than ever. Now more than ever.

*purses lips and looks down*

They are, as you know, one of the major chocolate manufacturers in the world.

In addition to chocolate they produce cookies, cakes, milkshakes, drinks and other products.

Founded by Milton Hershey in 1894, the company is currently publicly traded on the NYSE as “HSY”, and is a component of the S&P500.

The Hershey Company is chaired by Charles A. Davis, and the company’s president and CEO is Michele Buck. In 2018, the company’s revenue was $7.8 billion USD, with a 2017 annual net income of $783 million USD.

The Hershey Company has hired ACC Grannot, an advertising firm based in Israel, to craft a message for you. Together, the copywriters Tamar Zinger and Bnaya Moshe and art director Roni Hillel crafted a slogan which gets at the heart of what The Hershey Company wants to communicate to the public.

*clears throat and pauses*

The Hershey Company exhorts us to “Spread love from a distance”. What is at stake here is the exponential spread of COVID-19. COVID-19 spreads mainly among people who are in close contact (within about 6 feet) for a prolonged period. Spread happens when an infected person coughs, sneezes, or talks, and droplets from their mouth or nose are launched into the air and land in the mouths or noses of people nearby. The droplets can also be inhaled into the lungs. Recent studies indicate that people who are infected but do not have symptoms likely also play a role in the spread of COVID-19.

It may be possible that a person can get COVID-19 by touching a surface or object that has the virus on it and then touching their own mouth, nose, or eyes. However, this is not thought to be the main way the virus spreads. COVID-19 can live for hours or days on a surface, depending on factors such as sun light and humidity. Social distancing helps limit contact with infected people and contaminated surfaces.

Although the risk of severe illness may be different for everyone, anyone can get and spread COVID-19. Everyone has a role to play in slowing the spread and protecting themselves, their family, and their community.

This is why The Hershey Company and ACC Grannot have partnered to develop the “Spread love from a distance” campaign, to inform the public of these important health measures.

Walther PPK With Peppers, Pickles and Ketchup

We’re about to kill PM Morrison with concealable Liberator pistols and we’re eating

Triple Stacker Kings topped with smoky bacon,

melted American cheese and the Stacker sauce.

We’re about to kill Pres. Macron with OTS anthrax dart guns and we’re eating

two large Original Stuffed Crust Meat Lover’s packed with pepperoni, Italian sausage,

ham, bacon, seasoned pork and beef.

We’re about to kill Chanc. Merkel with Raytheon Silent Guardian DEWs and we’re eating

Flamin Hot Doritos Locos Tacos Supreme with fresco, jalapeño,

Mexican Pizza Sauce and Wild Strawberry Candy Freezes.

We’re about to kill Pres. Xi with Bulgarian umbrella guns and we’re eating

Double Quarter Pounders With Cheese topped with slivered onions, tangy pickles

and two slices of melty cheese on a sesame seed bun.

We’re about to kill Pres. Obrador with LPO-50 Flamethrowers and we’re eating

Flamethrower Grill Burgers topped with fiery FlameThrower sauce,

melted pepper jack cheese, jalapeno, beef strips, tomato and fresh lettuce.

We’re about to kill Pres. Michel with HM3 Poison Dart Frog watches and we’re eating

Sweet Onion Chicken Teriyaki on 12-inch Italian Parmesan Oregano buns with

Monterey Cheddar, red onions, tomatoes, and Chipotle Southwest sauce.


Rainforests: they can’t make me money,

and they’re not on the internet. They’re not unreal.

There is no VR game where I can copulate with a real banana tree.

I can only really copulate with a real banana tree.

Rainforests: if I could organize the tools,

and organize the power, they could make me money.

I can play a video game

where I can organize the tools, and organize the power.

Rainforests: they are too real to be valuable.

The more unreal I make myself

the more valuable I become.

Rainforests: It is in my power to create

a VR copulation experience with a tree.

The more I become unreal

the more I may do as I please.

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