Dark jazz, post-punk, beat-up, modern literature. Disorderly Magic and Other Disturbances is a pop meditation on a number of themes: speed, delirium and distance, disillusion, urbanity, various manifestations of the idea of the wilderness and the wasteland, madness, dissolution, memory, mourning, forgetting, hauntology, hauntings, rapid transits, the non-existent, and conjuring the future. The work mixes magic, culture, mystery, memoir, history, melodrama - it is an invocation, an evocation, with dreamlike freedom of movement between past and present, from personal to universal.
Disorderly Magic and Other Disturbances (Far West Press).
Looking for a Kiss – extended edition (PC-Press)
Richard Cabut is author of the novels Looking for a Kiss (Sweat Drenched Press, 2020) and Dark Entries (Cold Lips Press, 2019), editor/-writer of the anthology Punk is Dead: Modernity Killed Every Night (Zer0 Books, October 2017), contributor to Ripped, Torn and Cut – Pop, Politics and Punks Fanzines From 1976 (Manchester University Press, 2018) and Growing Up With Punk (Nice Time, 2018).
His journalism has featured in the Guardian, the Daily Telegraph, NME (pen name Richard North), ZigZag, The Big Issue, Time Out, Offbeat magazine, the Independent, Artists & Illustrators magazine, thefirstpost, London Arts Board/Arts Council England, Siren magazine, etc.
His fiction has appeared in the books The Edgier Waters (Snowbooks, 2006) and Affinity (67 Press, 2015). He was a Pushcart Prize nominee 2016.
Richard’s plays have been performed at various theatres in London and nationwide, including the Arts Theatre, Covent Garden, London.
He published the fanzine Kick, and played bass for the punk band Brigandage (LP Pretty Funny Thing – Gung Ho Records, 1986).
A lightning flash through Richard Cabut’s life, as the poems gradually progress into the personal. We begin in the city, and these are some of my favourite pieces of the text, as we see judgement and descriptions from Cabut, upon many different aspects of city life. Horror, depravity, impersonality, and disdain litter the beginning of the book and continue to haunt the latter pages.
We quickly find the slots that allow the author to drift into areas of the personal. By the end, we are sieved the revelations that provide a backstory as well as a context to the earlier works in the book. Cabut searches for a sense of place, while glimmers of various themes seep into the past and mesh with the future.
A vivid, meticulously laid out collection of hauntological poems.
“And people’s lives, meaningless to some, especially to themselves, are pure poetry, too. Boundless in and out of their depth.
dimwits and dum dum boys, street prophets, aesthetes, type writer throwers, charlatans, wanderers, situationists, phonies, sophisticates, crooks, imposters, tricksters, sign writers, alchemists, stumblebums, born losers, flaneurs, dopes, no hopes.” — “Disorderly Magic”
“Don’t look now. Here comes the Rusałki—ghosts of the drowned, to seduce and carry you away. Here comes the Południca, the noon witch to drive you mad. Here comes the Leshy, to lead you astray. Here comes the Strzyga, to eat out your insides. And Baba Yaga, face made of human bones. Here comes the Wila, nymphs on the wind. Here comes the Nocnica, shadow in the night, of the night. Disgorged by the dark psychological underground.” — “Anioł”