Pip Kazan
@pipkazan.bsky.social
ME/CFS-afflicted novelist Philip Kazan. It’s better to burn out than it is to rust, and I wish somebody had told me that when I chose the rust option.
At least one of the local ones looked like this:
November 14, 2025 at 1:03 PM
At least one of the local ones looked like this:
I was 10 in 1975 and I could say I have vivid memories of it, but there was nothing vivid about 1975. It was bleak, bled-out, fuzzy with the static of discontent and austerity. Rubbish, rats and bombsites, creepy variety shows on tv, a grey pre-war generation with its boot on the neck of the young.
November 14, 2025 at 10:35 AM
I was 10 in 1975 and I could say I have vivid memories of it, but there was nothing vivid about 1975. It was bleak, bled-out, fuzzy with the static of discontent and austerity. Rubbish, rats and bombsites, creepy variety shows on tv, a grey pre-war generation with its boot on the neck of the young.
I think we should start screaming about the fact that WE ARE IN A COLD WAR WITH THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
November 12, 2025 at 2:47 PM
I think we should start screaming about the fact that WE ARE IN A COLD WAR WITH THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
Happy 80th birthday to Neil Young. Thank you for soundtracking swathes of my life, old man.
This was my first Neil Young album, bought on a whim when I was 18 or so. Every single song is like a pin through the butterflies of memory.
This was my first Neil Young album, bought on a whim when I was 18 or so. Every single song is like a pin through the butterflies of memory.
November 12, 2025 at 9:47 AM
Happy 80th birthday to Neil Young. Thank you for soundtracking swathes of my life, old man.
This was my first Neil Young album, bought on a whim when I was 18 or so. Every single song is like a pin through the butterflies of memory.
This was my first Neil Young album, bought on a whim when I was 18 or so. Every single song is like a pin through the butterflies of memory.
Posted this photo yesterday, but this is my grandpa, Tommy, on his army horse, Joey, which he bought at war’s end. Tommy was an artillery officer who loved horses- he got the MC for saving his brigade’s horses in 1918. Difficult to imagine the daily carnage among the animals on the front lines.
November 10, 2025 at 11:29 AM
Posted this photo yesterday, but this is my grandpa, Tommy, on his army horse, Joey, which he bought at war’s end. Tommy was an artillery officer who loved horses- he got the MC for saving his brigade’s horses in 1918. Difficult to imagine the daily carnage among the animals on the front lines.
This is my grandfather, Brigadier G. B. Vaughan-Hughes MC in 1919, aged 22/23, ‘somewhere in France,’ on Joey, his army mount. He bought Joey off the army and let him live a long and happy life in Wales. ‘Tommy,’ as grandpa was called, had entered the war early in 1915 as an 18-year-old 2nd Lt …1/
November 9, 2025 at 12:22 PM
This is my grandfather, Brigadier G. B. Vaughan-Hughes MC in 1919, aged 22/23, ‘somewhere in France,’ on Joey, his army mount. He bought Joey off the army and let him live a long and happy life in Wales. ‘Tommy,’ as grandpa was called, had entered the war early in 1915 as an 18-year-old 2nd Lt …1/
Quote with a 10/10 album
November 6, 2025 at 10:32 PM
Quote with a 10/10 album
If you don’t know it and you like to have your heart gently but firmly ripped out of your chest, this is one of the greatest records ever made: Magnolia Electric Co by Songs: Ohia.
October 27, 2025 at 10:15 AM
If you don’t know it and you like to have your heart gently but firmly ripped out of your chest, this is one of the greatest records ever made: Magnolia Electric Co by Songs: Ohia.
‘people are saying this'
October 25, 2025 at 8:18 AM
‘people are saying this'
Giant pumpkins? Giant muskoxen!
October 24, 2025 at 9:19 AM
Giant pumpkins? Giant muskoxen!
I see your Cloudsley and raise you Cloudsleio (this print has graced my parents’ house for half a century, waiting for just this moment of relevance)
October 22, 2025 at 1:14 PM
I see your Cloudsley and raise you Cloudsleio (this print has graced my parents’ house for half a century, waiting for just this moment of relevance)
Yesterday’s main Nazi tattoo apologist: pure Embery. It’s elitist to sneer at working people’s totenkopfs, you know!
October 22, 2025 at 7:54 AM
Yesterday’s main Nazi tattoo apologist: pure Embery. It’s elitist to sneer at working people’s totenkopfs, you know!
Christ it gets better and with added scold! This website is inexplicably free!
October 21, 2025 at 5:35 PM
Christ it gets better and with added scold! This website is inexplicably free!
Without downloading where are you mentally right now?
October 19, 2025 at 3:16 PM
Without downloading where are you mentally right now?
Post-Nice micro-holiday health report: barely human
(worth it though)
(worth it though)
October 18, 2025 at 9:06 AM
Post-Nice micro-holiday health report: barely human
(worth it though)
(worth it though)
Currently sitting in Nice airport with Mrs K, feeling like microwaved death but knowing it was worth it after one of the best meals of my life. Also can confirm that French crisps absolutely slap.
October 17, 2025 at 11:09 AM
Currently sitting in Nice airport with Mrs K, feeling like microwaved death but knowing it was worth it after one of the best meals of my life. Also can confirm that French crisps absolutely slap.
In Nice for two days’ micro holiday: guess what? It’s nice. Ba-boom tish. But honestly, it is.
October 16, 2025 at 9:19 AM
In Nice for two days’ micro holiday: guess what? It’s nice. Ba-boom tish. But honestly, it is.
Post you from a different era
2000 me, at my most Levantine.
2000 me, at my most Levantine.
October 13, 2025 at 11:50 AM
Post you from a different era
2000 me, at my most Levantine.
2000 me, at my most Levantine.
The (predictable) reality:
October 13, 2025 at 10:32 AM
The (predictable) reality:
