Zed Misrahi

I'm Zed! Born in London, raised in Fiji, polished in New Zealand and Australia and enlightened here on poverty rock amongst the great unwashed of England. 50 years of synthesised groovyness come home to roost in the land of the one true bard. Through Stein and the lost generation to Paul Bowles, the conduit to the Beat, with his desert dry entre to the psychological madness, mayhem and murder that was once so hip to the habituees of 42nd street coffee bars all "Hunckey'd" down over Rimbaud and Celine, I am a believer in the efficacy of the pen, the joy of new worlds discovered and the true pain of existence. Eyes open I see in detail a world in which many blink and miss the main event, may the Devil confuse their guide dogs! I AM the main event: the Naked Lunch has always been MY favourite menu. I haven't written for lucre nor kidded myself that I can. I have projects, work in progress, but no conviction that what I conceal about my mind is of interest to the commercial aspects of such an enterprise. But I do dream! Don't we all feel the need to make a mark on our generation, a mark of our own, and conquer time through the immortality of our ideas or notoriety? Well here we all are sitting in a rainbow, and at that rainbow's end is the pot of gold. What does that mean to you? Riches, Recognition, Career, G-d? I haven't a got clue either. I think you just have to believe it will all be ok, and damned well get on with it.

"Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life." - Jack Kerouac