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.

Tuesday, 16 February 2010

In My Craft Or Sullen Art

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In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their ...
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Sunday, 14 February 2010

Kiln Building in 1990 -A pictorial essay.

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After I stopped renting premises for my pottery, I had a big heap of materials, and the equipment I'd not managed to sell, racks and so ...
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On the Difficulties of Visiting One's Valentine.

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Saturday, 13 February 2010

My Valentine!

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She's my Valentine. She's my poet, She is the one, The only one, She has the key to my heart. And she makes me feel like this......
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Walter, Mesmerised by a Cutie.

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I've got two scanners, though they're rarely used. But re-commissioning the computer after disc-fail, led to me noticing that I had...
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Friday, 12 February 2010

Coming Home

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Quite a long time ago I used to live in a little town in the middle of the Baltic.
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"Fart"

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I've Been Rootling Through Old Photos

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After I had to close the pottery, after working with Earth, Fire, and Water, I decided to work with Air,  and became a Wind Turbine Mainte...
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