Tuesday, 31 October 2017



14 thousand messages the history of a life

Arcades and boulevards reflections and benedictions

Open and unfold

this page that page all resonate with grief

unsprung the jeremiad sticks to the page

like the watery residue of perpetual tears

relentless

cold

grey

Thursday, 26 October 2017




hanging rites
chance to win
to understand
feel good
storyteller of beginning through the window
Float in
Flow out
Let the dust settle
Up on the sixth floor
The written word
Rustles

Wake remorsefully
black out

on the way to the deck
Dream  
of
the darkness
saxophone
daybreaks
Can consume
Unprepared modes

Creep up the lift
Soft step the marble
Images of gods
Transmittable
Transmutable

The firing squad

Wednesday, 25 October 2017


when the music comes over

you hear notes I hear something else

so this other something what is it where does it come from

but wait

something written in the margin

retreat into the mind

open

forget

in this begin

a new path

new modes of beginning


Friday, 13 October 2017




Nothing is abandoned
Wrapped in a silo                                                                            a coldness now
Milk white memory tidal advance                                                            some semblance remains a bond
Your come and gone over and over again                                        yes to begin again
Streets the same sheets the same
Write a hole in the wall trying to wring some new elements out of the rough escarpments. Standing buggy bound on a frozen plateau overlooking the screaming waste below we espied two lone figures pluckily dodging through the firs.                                                                              outside looking in
A minor road / some hills / shop / out of date / broken windows / dust / sell by.                      rapture       
Punched out heart a botched civilisation stand-alone folly withering decadence                       decay      
Family seat / bleeding refrain / acoustics                                                    tactics of takeover
On the bus now, we’re still travelling after twenty years, but nurtured well the interior life.          
Take to the suburbs or further they all seem to say waltzing through the years chatting about horror and the movies. Mention of the importance of sound design.                                   auratic rubric
Ferris pliant with ghosts                                                                                                     sublunary hymnal
New spirits combing over                                                                                                           coptic
Touching the face
Inside the museum cabinet                                                                                                           now talk
In the Egyptian section                                                                                                          crepuscular
Wet sodden marshlands  / lowland saltmarsh tidal path / half submerged hulk / moss covered bunker / flat eternal peninsular / severed heads dangle woozily along the shoreline / a lone stoner.


Monday, 2 October 2017



through Reading and the Thames Water head quarters
full optimistic at this point
speciality teas available at the buffet car situated in coach F
next the Environment agency
cloud cover by O Yuki
liminal spaces
zones without people
corporate exotica
manufactured ambience
uk endless

a little coppice on top
a rolling hill a plain
like an island
now we are not united
now great no longer
Tokyo Adagio
the children of empire
now old

then the Daily Mail building
slides by
it is grey and featureless
like its readers
ploughed corn fields the last remnants of summer
the faded corn stubs against the brown earths mud
clouds on the horizon hang like
distant shoals of opaque jellyfish
their tentacles draping the autumn horizon
an incessant chatterbox behind me
a golden age of decay
a new empire
as spirit of eden plays