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.

Saturday, 23 February 2008

Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush -Emily Dickinson

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Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) Like trains of cars on tracks of plush I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their ve...
Thursday, 21 February 2008

A Few Pictures From Yesterday.

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Thursday, 14 February 2008

Top Gear Again.

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You may recall I earlier posted the guys from BBC's 'Top Gear' programme, risking their lives poking fun at rednecks ? Well, la...
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Thursday, 7 February 2008

"No Mule's Fool" Family, 1970

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"No Mule's Fool" A dusty day in this old town A hazy yellow eye looks down A buzzing bee's the only lazy sound I take gras...
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Wednesday, 6 February 2008

Curved Air- Vivaldi

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Curved Air Named after a piece of music by composer Terry Riley, "A Rainbow in Curved Air." Einstein, and the concept of curved ...
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Sunday, 3 February 2008

The Poems I Have Not Written -John Brehm

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I’m so wildly unprolific, the poems I have not written would reach from here to the California coast if you laid them end to end. And if you...

Back to the Machine Gun Charles Bukowski

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I awaken about noon and go out to get the mail in my old torn bathrobe. I'm hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot gingerly walking on ...
Monday, 14 January 2008

8th Grade science....

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