Endurability |
After days of delirious sunshine - provoking the type of sweaty, needy action on the streets you only witness when everyone feels summer slipping through their fingers - this afternoon is dull, dull d...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Sep 2006 08:53:00 GMT |
Pointless posturing goodnight that's good |
3. Treptower ParkUnhunted eyes waste themselves on the apartments across the street. Filled with love, obviously. I drank so much coffee and paced up and down this huge - really, I mean huge - flat - ...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Aug 2006 21:27:00 GMT |
Grease is the word. |
2. Thursday, variousMore to follow...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Jul 2006 02:25:00 GMT |
Die Berlin chronik |
1. Tuesday, Krumme LankeI drygag my way from the U-Bahn station to the Haus am Waldsee, via a petrol station for beer and cigarettes. We're out in the suburbs near the Wansee, which by one of those st...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Jul 2006 02:05:00 GMT |
Boredom and buggery. Actually, just boredom. |
Because I am tired the same futile thoughts - if such they can be called - keep rolling around my head. Is the name Antonin a dactyl? An-to-nin. Much as I wish it were otherwise, I've always been hope...
Posted by on Fri, 26 May 2006 22:35:00 GMT |
Every angel is terrifying. |
Poetry is a way of structuring silence. I was thinking this after writing about control and letting go. I remembered what Stephane Mallarme said about poetry being a kind of sculpture negotiated betwe...
Posted by on Tue, 09 May 2006 02:40:00 GMT |
Electronic renaissance |
When I wake up my first impulse, squinting through my half-closed eyelids, is to clean my flat. I go into the kitchen and put on the kettle. I dawdle a bit, run my hand over the counter-top, look at t...
Posted by on Sat, 06 May 2006 02:10:00 GMT |
J'aime, je n'aime pas |
Tonight I am very tired and things seem simple.I love:Art, smoking, poetry, night buses, Jerry, this time of the year, mayonnaise, wearing clothes that look a bit how I feel, plays that I can see in m...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Apr 2006 06:07:00 GMT |
Work & Non-Work |
My grandfather used to watch Joe Louis at Madison Square Garden.I have been working since Thursday. It's taken until the last couple of months for me to realise how easy it is to let hours slip throug...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Apr 2006 15:33:00 GMT |
Don't wave your arms. Keep still. Like this, like that. |
When I was younger I hated Sundays with an intensity that would haemorrhage into fear. Especially when we lived in Hemel Hempstead, where I had a room from which I could see the motorway on the far si...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Apr 2006 09:32:00 GMT |
