“Don’t try to guess the weight," says Fish Man. "A pound or a stone, it'll be your arm that becomes tired in the end. The important thing is knowing when to give up the weight. The weight will slow you down.” The lad considered this awhile and the smoke hung in the room and Burning … Continue reading A Dozen Books.
January 8 1999 Walcott Street. The morning rain is heavy. A and I struggle our amps and guitars up Walcott Street toward the Hat & Feather where we have hired the back room to teach his brother, G, our short, Shit-Pop set for the Moles gig. When we get to the top of Walcott Street, … Continue reading Notes From a Fragile Island…26
I took my pen from a pocket and, for no reason that I could comprehend, blacked out several letters in the headings and, with not a notion of Situationist or cut-up theory, but with an urgent and divine energy, The School Speech became he Scho peech, which, in turn, instinctively, could not become anything but … Continue reading hescho peech
He woke beneath a kitchen table. Scattered crumbs rose like far-off prairie mountains on the tiles. Through a slice of window he could see a deep crusted snow, shining on a rooftop. The sky held more snow. He was wearing someone else's jumper. Heavy, handwoven, Hebridian: blue with a daisy motif. He stared at the … Continue reading The Kiss.
Beneath wrought iron ribs, Central Station resounds with arrival, with departure. The arch of her lip, her wrist, her notation; these words mark a nascent adventure. * Resounds with arrival, with departure announcement - Newcastle, Durham, Carlisle. These words mark a nascent adventure - candle, cathedral, centurion - beguile. * Announcement - Newcastle, Durham, Carlisle. … Continue reading Beneath Wrought Iron Ribs.
She sheltered her sheets between two wind-blown trees; a worn linden and a sapling juniper. She wrote out her year beneath their dappled leaves, considering the worth of the words on the paper. * A worn linden and a sapling juniper; both told their own long-sown tales and, considering the worth of the words on … Continue reading Between two wind-blown trees.
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