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Catalogue Twentysix: Proof. And an incurable knitting fever.
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Sunday, 11 October 2009. Proof And an incurable knitting fever. I have been being creative, though it hasn't involved much poetry. Maybe I am exploring knitting as a sort of poetry with objects. Very long, thin and flexible objects. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to Catalogue Twentysix. After the trial and dedication that was Catalogue 25. So, we come to it again: enjoy! Follow me follow me! Proof And an incurable knitting fever. One in a month. No Blues* *8. PUBLIC SERVIC. Too Broad a Church.
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Catalogue Twentysix: Something new! Callooh! Callay!
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Saturday, 19 September 2009. Occasional birds flash across the sterile white-out sky. And snap my eyes across the high-set windows. This room is monotony too: rows of labelled content. And blank goggles reflecting strip-light white. A clatter, and some sudden words—nothing we can look back on. From outside time. My memories are like the distant windows:. So far above the day-to-day that they seem experimental, avant-garde. I remember days like these flayed bodies in exacting standards of sterility. A lit...
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Catalogue Twentysix: One in a month
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Wednesday, 7 October 2009. One in a month. Is an unacceptable situation to have gotten myself into. Shucks. I have learned to knit. I have been poorly. I miss swimming. My lungs still hurt if I cycle uphill in the chill nearly-winter wind. A new poem, unrelated:. The whip of dune grasses and cuts on the soles of my feet. It alters, chances the river that feeds it. I race. To the tops and bottoms of dunes that no longer exist. It is downwards that haunts me, giant slow-beat strides. I have decided to carr...
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Catalogue Twentysix: April 2009
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Sunday, 26 April 2009. Here, for you, a long slow sky at first;. Feel it open you up like water to thirst. Bring this morning to your snow-dead toes,. To each body part a meditation in coming to terms. Take next a sliding acceptance of horseback,. Feel the horse's own gait through your spine and relax. It is my gift to you: use it as a distraction,. Perhaps, from anything else, from preoccupation. With the facts. You've shut your eyes by now,. I can tell. Feel my fingers up your spine. A bird, too quiet,...
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Catalogue Twentysix: October 2009
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Friday, 23 October 2009. Follow me follow me! To my new blog! I've decided to ditch the year-by-year format, and just try and commit to something more steadfast. Please join me! I'll stop messing you all around then, I promise! Sunday, 11 October 2009. Proof And an incurable knitting fever. I have been being creative, though it hasn't involved much poetry. Maybe I am exploring knitting as a sort of poetry with objects. Very long, thin and flexible objects. Wednesday, 7 October 2009. One in a month. That ...
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Catalogue Twentysix: It's been a little while.
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Wednesday, 5 August 2009. It's been a little while. And in that time I have been on holiday. Also, a moth came to visit me that was as big as my palm. I'm not sure where it's gone now, but hopefully out and toward the real moon, wherever that leads, as my big broken paper lantern (as it just learned) is not the same thing and leads only to trouble. And a headache. And so for a photo, first, and then maybe a poem later. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to Catalogue Twentysix. Because it is vagu...
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Covert Operations: August 2008
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Saturday, 9 August 2008. How much energy had i wasted this morning on this ridiculous mission? Furthermore, given that the majority of people work through the day and would also have missed the postman, how many other poor saps had gone through the same rigmarole? And what proportion would have. To the post office, thereby negating any energy and planet-saving benefits of sodding lightbulbs? Well done British Gas. Cunts, the lot of them. Tuesday, 5 August 2008. Of my current insecurities, all crammed int...
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Covert Operations: Well now...
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Saturday, 2 January 2010. January 2nd, 2010. My last post was in May. Has anything changed in my life in the past 7 months? Doesn't feel like it. I know little things have. It's generally been a pretty good year. But my heart still aches, and with increasing intensity. And everyone around me seems to be able to just make real their desired scenario with the object of their affections, no matter how unlikely said scenario may seem at the time. It's like they're all living in a soap opera.
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Catalogue Twentysix: Another one I found that I'd forgotten..
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Sunday, 16 August 2009. Another one I found that I'd forgotten. Generations have died before they've had a chance. To tell me how I'll go. One sudden death after another. How do I prepare? Perhaps they are themselves. The indication and I'll just go like they did: in the morning. Unable to sit up for fear of pooling blood; in hospital,. A pink swab mopping saliva from sunken parts of face;. Eight weeks from diagnosis. I could carry round whole heaps of hows to stop it, but slings. Its been a little while.
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Catalogue Twentysix: May 2009
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Sunday, 31 May 2009. Welcome back to the Black Clock Arms; every pub you've ever avoided. The Black Clock Arms. She knows she's only there as the inevitable. Namesake but revels in attention lavished. On her by rough old queens. It's all natural,. Rings sharp through karaoke notes. She flashes her puce nails; works there. On the basis that she only pulls pints;. Is wary of newcomers, who see through rouge. With clarity not befitting dim strip-lighting; prefers. The Black Clock Arms. Monday, 25 May 2009.
