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
Jack had a spare for J. Lydon’s book chat event at Whitley Bay’s Playhouse last week. (Book chat? Book shat, more like, I didn’t say.) It was kind of him to think of me. The show had been postponed from last year. The queue winds three sides of the theatre, beach front, side street, back … Continue reading Swastika Décor.
July 8th 2019. I've been sleeping along with my brothers in a small, upstairs bedroom in an unfamiliar terraced house. Dad is downstairs. He is making a lot of noise in the kitchen. "Come on! Get up!" He is in a strange mood. I shuffle around the house in a blue sleeping bag quite disoriented. … Continue reading dream diaries…68
March 19th 2019 In a cave, the sunlight fills the opening far behind me. It illuminates the walls. Charcoal & berry juice & ochre depictions of hunt scenes. There are plates of pink gold or red copper half-buried in the walls. The occupants of old were alchemists. March 21st 2019 Scrabbling around in the crawlspace … Continue reading dream diaries…62
September 28th 2018. One evening I am out walking with Jackie S & Kelly H. We visit different bars. It is Jackie's birthday & she has no money, but that's OK because we have pockets full of notes...& it's her birthday anyway. At last, at the edge of town, we find a bar that … Continue reading dream diaries…41
September 25th 2018 (Brockley Woods) At last! Graham T. turns up. He is heavily tattooed - which is a new and surprising look for him! It is shocking to behold! Spirals and dots and stars and doodles in black ink cover his body. "My wrists," he says. "I keep clear." He flashes his wrists. … Continue reading dream diaries…40