Reconfiguration |
It's come to this. Imagine being shaken and on re-settling all your parts are rearranged. Beyond this there is very little else that is clear.Backwards we graspfor what memories we holdpreciouscarp un...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 17:59:00 GMT |
Another rant |
To think. To lose interest. To wonder whether or not you should. To defy. To blend in. To stand out. To stand on my hands. To crouch. To squat low and shout, facing upwards. To grind teeth and the to ...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 08:42:00 GMT |
Rant |
Furiously I write, as if I won't have enough time to finish, as if I'm running to catch a train I know I've missed.
I write because there is no other way out. Because my bed is empty next to ...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 04:35:00 GMT |
In October |
And it stopped. Just as abruptly as it started, the flow of images went dry. The words strike. They refuse to sing for me, angry for some artistic crime I must have committed, ashamed of the arrangeme...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 04:10:00 GMT |
To begin Speaking |
I think I was cold. That
may well be imagined.
The walls and the
floor with its lino,
the grimy shine of the light, I remember.
The chrome on the glass fire
doors, on the phone....
Posted by on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 03:45:00 GMT |
