Grit in the Gears

I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.

Sunday, 14 January 2007

Delores Aloft

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For Stephanie; fragments of a lost story. This story began: Once upon a time, there was a beautiful trapeze artist called Delores. She live...
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she being brand new, by e.e.cummings

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she being Brand -new;and you know consequently a little stiff i was careful of her and(having thoroughly oiled the universal joint tested my...
Saturday, 13 January 2007

The Small Box

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The small box gets its first teeth And its small length Its small width and small emptiness And all that it has got The small box is growing...
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'Delivery', by Til Nowak.

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Fantasy shoe day

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I shall be wearing these on my voyages. They'll protect my feet from spiky things in the ocean, and leave oversized, strangely non-human...
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Friday, 12 January 2007

The Sheep Look Up

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Okay, No sheep. Cow? Always look up. And double check you have the right pack. For Steve. This studio produces some great work.
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Thursday, 11 January 2007

A Dream.

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This is a dream I had about a year ago, I wrote about it then, because it was so vivid. At that time, I'd not heard the term 'Steamp...
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007

I Saw Eternity.

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I saw Eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright; And round beneath it, Time in hours...
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