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.

Monday, 16 January 2012

Another of e.e. cummings' pomes

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mr youse needn't be so spry concernin questions arty each has his tastes but as for i  i likes a certain party gimme t...
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Sunday, 15 January 2012

Cheap Flights

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If it sounds too good to be true, it always is. I was looking for cheaper methods of flying across the atlantic, when I stumbled upon this,...
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Saturday, 14 January 2012

The Corn-Exchange, Leeds

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The Corn Exchange, Leeds, was designed by Cuthbert Broderick, and completed in 1863. On o...
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Finding You, for K.

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Some years ago, I found this poem in a book in a library, I was not a member of that library, I could not borrow the book,  but I wante...
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Ladies Daintily Settling a Difference.

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Probably over who gets first rights to drop her lace hankie in Ebeneezer Soubriquet's path.
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14th/21st Sausage Delivery Corps, 1917

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Back in the old days, before the miniaturisation of military ration sausages had been perfected, the Sausage Delivery Corps could be rel...
Saturday, 7 January 2012

Ya done put mice in the radiator Razors in the clay Well, they keeps us working all night Don't give us no pay Don't give us no pay

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Wednesday, 4 January 2012

Blow, Winds!

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Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the cock...
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