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Oyster

August 28, 2007

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I dib my oyster on the tube. Advertisements

A Floral Skirt

August 27, 2007

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A walk down Oxford Street produces no images.  Everyone is anonymous, faceless, more or less not there.  I wonder if I can come away with a single image.  What sticks in my mind is a girl in a floral skirt, skinny legs, splay feet, black shoes, standing by the curb.  Her upper half doesn’t register. 

Swallows 2, Quarantine

August 10, 2007

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Fiction can be used as a way of quarantining those parts of the world with which one does not identify, that are inimical.  Forty days and forty nights.  Swallows and Amazons.  Tintin also … What is quarantined is never stated.  But the effect is to render the world innocent of the quarantined thing.

Tube Map

August 4, 2007

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hanging from that abstraction the thread of the city

Another Grey Day on Mount Numbskull

August 1, 2007

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one day I am going to write about what makes sense sometimes it is like washing one’s face, bandaging a cut making a valley and tunnel in a sandbox for a toy bulldozer or sweeping the floor gets it, clearing out the shed choosing a particular breaking strain a rod and line and spinner

Two Straight Lines

August 1, 2007

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Sunlight on trees branches twigs, no leaves like water drops the passenger is space that drops on the inward like tossed peas over the ice of rails that the air widens into  the zone that sterility keeps fecund the carriage like an hourglass straightened