Tuesday 23 November 2014 Crystal Palace I have marked out the bare boards in the front room with black masking tape. It is a rectangle (5m x 3m: van size). Everything that is coming north from here is stacked precariously within the space: cardboard boxes marked with felt tip - art, bedding, books, cds, cutlery, … Continue reading Notes From a Fragile Island…30
Yesterday, a photograph - acorns, on a table, jarred - appeared before me. Curiously, the reverse revealed a label, written; sinistral, spectral; snared within open quote marks, reckoning October, nineteen ninety-five. . Inclining from the past to present, the ink, faded and reminiscent of early morning light as this November beckons, reminding me that memory … Continue reading November Beckons
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
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.
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.
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.