Cassettes Live @ Three Tanners Bank — Experiments in Fiction

First time back out in a while at the cool 3 Tanners Bank in North Shields where I Was made most welcome by the crew and crowd. I Wonder where three years went... Many thanks to Experiments In Fiction for capturing the evening in words and film. Thank you. https://www.youtube.com/embed/A0-5hFBHMq8?version=3&rel=1&showsearch=0&showinfo=1&iv_load_policy=1&fs=1&hl=en&autohide=2&wmode=transparent Marking their post-pandemic return to … Continue reading Cassettes Live @ Three Tanners Bank — Experiments in Fiction →

Vermeer.

Beyond a blue-red, orange-grey sock peeking from beneath the duvet, the room appeared, to me, arranged by Vermeer, perhaps, or some old master. . The silent curtain partly drawn. . Within a still life lance of day- light, her slip, errant, her ribs, displayed, neat, plated, late season berries, the morning before Michaelmas; a young … Continue reading Vermeer. →

The Other Rolling Stones.

Beneath an all night blanket blues, barefoot in the attic rooms, side one of Beggars Banquet blooms and, in the static hum, . summoning my Nicky Hopkins (juju, voodoo, déjà vu): my sole, rising, falling. The carpet drums. I woo the other Rolling Stones. . But someone seems to be missing. By the kettle in … Continue reading The Other Rolling Stones. →

The Hollow Men.

Fish Man squats Fatima Mansions, a tumbledown townhouse on Pentonville Square. The building is in all day shadow behind iron tooth-pick railings on a scrap of dirt. The windows are boarded and the front door padlocked. But the board at this window, here, is a sham. It is nailed once at the top of the … Continue reading The Hollow Men. →

This Stunning Creature.

A salmon, glistening, unexpected, in silver breastplate armour, unprotected, rose from the unseen other realm, breathed once upon this August mirror, ecstatic at the vision found there, arched, brief in sunlight - beneath the river, disappeared ˙ just as the bells of St. Lawrence pealed the final quarter tones of the hour, concentric circles on … Continue reading This Stunning Creature. →

Notes From a Fragile Island…29

September 24 2005 Croydon Phoned The Ship and Joel E trying to track down my scissors. No joy. Wrote a postcard to Nick B and one to Alaster G. Phoned Scream Studios and booked a rehearsal with Santiago for next week. Met Magic Sam at The Hogshead for lunch - tomato soup, crusty roll with … Continue reading Notes From a Fragile Island…29 →