Monthly Archives: August 2014
or Eschatology! the Musical, or ‘Dance Deka, Dance!’ After Jack Spicer ‘Die Welt ist alles, was der Fall ist / The world is everything that is the case’ –Ludwig Wittgenstein, ‘Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus’ I Ludwig Wittgenstein on packing for a holiday: … Continue reading
In Paris at the fin-de-siècle, hanging out with the poètes maudits, when Baudelaire gets a round of drinx in… One dissolved sucre later a mewl skips my chest, then a rollicking growl, an almighty din, a lightning bolt, then several, … Continue reading
Blue today, so much blue. Enough to make you want to ‘blow off’ all this writing. Put down ‘pen’, ‘paper’ and
‘…just this. Open out onto the [prospect of the] world, allow it in turn to caress each pore. Become antennae, a humming proprioceptor in the inter-resounding flux of an all-encompassing nervous system. Thoughts, again, returning to the supporting cast of … Continue reading
A found poem based on a text message ‘A bulb has blown in the kitchen now there’s no light in the flat. It’s nice. I like how it’s dark. The sky is dirty blue because of all the light pollution … Continue reading
‘Eric Blair’s favourite river was the Douglas, right?’ ‘Orwell? Irwell’ ‘Oh well…’
‘Narcissus’. ‘Is us?’ Discus(s).