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Thursday, February 28, 2019
Wednesday, February 27, 2019
to the heath
i must get out before the sun is gone. it is already cold. already colder than a blackheath winter's day. they know not winter there. here the day does not even begin and it is over.
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Tuesday, February 26, 2019
a cautionary fiction
i use the words you taught me. if they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. or let me be silent.
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Monday, February 25, 2019
coffee and babka
there is always a highlighting gesture: a red scarf, blonde streaks, quirky proclivity or self-righteous gesture at neal's yard. there is an alarm sounding, but keep calm. worrying is no good course of existence. at least, not economically speaking. the times are tough, but there are some things that the animals absolutely could not live without. the surfeit of material is there for the theatrical arranging upon the rickety stage that will house it. curse this miserable london rain.
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Friday, February 22, 2019
north london
on a winding tuesday afternoon with lots of people gathered around for some eating, shostakovich and bach help the me-me-me symphony along. drop down a couple of meters outside a thin pane of glass in the horrid wind and rain the construction worker cannot take this as it is any longer. a line of flight presents for tender. on his way to the car at the end of a seven o'clock on site day done for now, he thinks to himself; at least i'll be home and in front of the tele before dark with mavis in the kitchen slaving.
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Thursday, February 21, 2019
but we can pretend
decimating cultures more connected to the earth than your own is not good global governance. there is no agency that should hold complete control nor exclude limiting conceptions with expansive ones.
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Wednesday, February 20, 2019
stamford hill
craig really needs complete isolation to plumb the writing depths. delicate work. the other is interruption. all the best work is born out of a home hand made.
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Tuesday, February 19, 2019
les saisons
the name inscribed in flesh is worn. the word ascribed in paper is torn. the leaves fall like children frollicking in the sun soaked wind. then the clouds. then the rain. then the snow. still.
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Monday, February 18, 2019
regime change
there is something wrong with the 'what is best for me is best for all' paradigm. let us not lose our non-indifference to difference. and what is health anyways?
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Friday, February 15, 2019
appropriation
the trick then is obvious: live within the margins and realign the paradigm of your literary inspiration to the contemporary context. write. write write.
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Thursday, February 14, 2019
short walk
clissold park in autumn is a schumann sketch. i could waste an afternoon on a forgotten bike lock rotting in the clay.
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Wednesday, February 13, 2019
stoke newington farmers market
those that get their hands dirty in the earth sew, reap and develop a market place that operates to a logic all of its own making. forget the supermarket as monstrous atrocities not to be taken seriously. the earth propagates itself with our imperfections. london is a veil of tears walking on shards of glass, but someone has to suffer for the sake of all these commodities and it may as well be the stay safe at home biosphere decimators.
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Tuesday, February 12, 2019
the precious fluid of free thought
i grow suspicious of the 'new', because i live in the nothing new. every time i turn around another label flies off into the wind: old fashioned. that is okay, it keeps the wolf from the door and i enjoy the drink. i just do as i do. i maintain the intensity that the thesis lodged me upon until i run out of juice.
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Monday, February 11, 2019
Sydney
the sounds of construction do not cease when then robots go home and we are left alone. drop a shovel on your foot and call it a fucking-cunt-of-a-thing, if it makes you feel better. welcome to the twenty-four hour construction site.
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Friday, February 08, 2019
the saying is half the battle and then being heard
my significance on a cosmic scale has now been vouchsafed through the serum of genius that runs beneath my arrogance.
still none.
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still none.
Thursday, February 07, 2019
la maîtrise de fatigue
disappearing from a house is a divide like a paragraph or sentence or space between words. howcanwedosuchathingwithanythinglikeease? the mysteries grow in the space between; rhizome. the frequency and persistence of rain makes the day cloud over and the mood sink into the depths.
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Wednesday, February 06, 2019
come and get your bread queen's crescent
and i get a dizzy feeling thinking about craig flogging off letters on the bus to work in the kentish town bomb shelter. reading over them and making corrections in the lunch hour. a few years later i am running over the same old ground making my way to monday night poetry sessions kentish town west. i know this city makes something rattle in our bones. sacred space.
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Tuesday, February 05, 2019
procreation symphony
if you can create in the presence of another, as trees pass on fruit in the same field side by side, then you have a friend.
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Monday, February 04, 2019
ANNA peacock
my daddy never taught me how to succeed
but
my brother taught me how to turn the other cheek
hey babe
your love is the greatest show on earth
you had me at: 'my mother never taught me how to cook...'
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but
my brother taught me how to turn the other cheek
hey babe
your love is the greatest show on earth
you had me at: 'my mother never taught me how to cook...'
Friday, February 01, 2019
Saul Bellow
the dangling man clips his fine tether and claims the regiment of an outside imposed system
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