Saturday, 27 December 2008
He caught my eye as the moon rose over the forested cruising ground. "I'm interested in saving all creation from self-destruction - men and rainforest alike," he said. "Shut up you fool and kiss me again," I urged him. But I couldn't see his wood for the trees.
Monday, 15 December 2008
Thursday, 11 December 2008
A: A human being who by nature does not belong to himself but to another person - such a one is by nature a slave.
B: A human being belongs to another when he is a piece of property as well as being human.
C: A piece of property is a tool which is used to assist some activity, and which has a separate existence of its own.
Thursday, 4 December 2008
Monday, 1 December 2008
Wednesday, 12 November 2008
Saturday, 25 October 2008
Friday, 24 October 2008
Another cynical, manipulative right-wing demagogue killed in a drunken speeding incident.
"Lady Di was our Jörg Haider," wept neo-Nazis as they polished their mourning jackboots. One elderly lady, clutching a teddy bear, blamed it on the darkies, and called for a memorial Anschluss of Kensington Palace. A spokesman said "She touched everyone's heart, usually when she pinned a star identifying their ethnic and political orientation on their left breast."
Wednesday, 22 October 2008
Now I have been trained
Bring back the goggles and the gloves.
I will not ignite the elderly as they bring to me their harmless spectres,
Their long-lost dead,
But I make no promises about disappearing in the night
Into their tangled wings.
I was waiting at the robot house when the cream seller arrived.
She said "Acetylene gas, for me, is a big risk"
And I heard them droning and drooling strong coffee into their woollen beards
As I climbed up, room by room,
Towards the dinner party,
Finding it harder and harder to drag my wheelchair
Over sofas and window-ledges
Thursday, 16 October 2008
Wednesday, 8 October 2008
Monday, 6 October 2008
In a tiled room underground I saw the heat rise into the fan-blades. I had said nothing about the death of a friend of mine twelve months and a day previously. A woman with a name like mine sang. Unprompted she sang 'The Unquiet Grave', which talks of grief twelve months and a day after the death of the beloved. I knew then that she was a Sibyl, but said nothing to anybody else in the room. When I returned two weeks later an acolyte pressed into my hand a recording he had made that night, again unbidden. I was forced to admit her strength.
Since then, her Sibylline power over me has increased. Days after I finished writing on cannibal songs she sang 'The Ship in Distress', and I saw the ship bear down like the sun a-glittering on the boy about to be eaten. Barely half an hour after I had been talking about 'The Silver Dagger' with someone else out of her earshot, she sang that song. And my father is a handsome devil, so I await her next song with nervous feverishness.
Monday, 22 September 2008
Tuesday, 16 September 2008
Wednesday, 10 September 2008
Guts in the newborn baby. Too much use of aspirin during the last
Man eats dog alive,
Set your wife on fire
(A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory).
All will be as you do not
Welcome the great things.
Life is a waking dream state.
Thursday, 4 September 2008
Monday, 1 September 2008
Thursday, 28 August 2008
Monday, 25 August 2008
There was controversy tonight when the face of a racist moron was included in material advertising the 2012 Olympics.
A spokesman said "This is exactly the image we want to portray, of a backward-looking imperial city being strangled by right-wing thugs pretending to be amiable buffoons. Now get out of the way, you troublemaker, I want to see that bloke off the adverts kick a ball off a bus. If you don't move along, we'll have the police shoot you."
The offending picture of the right-wing racist scumbag
Sunday, 24 August 2008
Friday, 8 August 2008
Monday, 4 August 2008
At one time a stroke of lightning sets fire to a man and blazes like a sheaf of straw; at another it reduces a man's hands to ashes, leaving the gloves intact; it fuses the links in an iron chain as the fire in a forge would do, and on the other hand it kills a huntsman without discharging what he holds in his hand; it melts an ear-ring without burning the skin; it consumes a person's clothing without doing him the slightest injury, or perhaps it only destroys his shoes or his hat; it photographs on the breast of a man an egg which he has taken from the top of a tree that it has struck; it gilds the pieces of silver in a pocket-book by gliding from one compartment to another, without the owner being aware of it.
Monday, 7 July 2008
Sunday, 6 July 2008
Wednesday, 2 July 2008
Monday, 30 June 2008
Friday, 27 June 2008
Wednesday, 25 June 2008
Much was made of a petition presented by over two thousand male students to the vice chancellor asking that I tread an endless maze. People screamed, but Swammerdam reserved his greatest excitement for the genitalia of the drone. The Professor's calculations were correct but probably the machine had only been taken away. Whatever indiscretions the rest had committed, he was impervious to the romance of the situations in which he found himself. When Imogen started to walk and to talk I tried to console her a little. She went cautiously at first, for it had been arranged that we should proceed to the Hall separately. I will begin by telling you that I blame myself terribly, but the Aleck who also spoke of men and peace could not be scorned. My wife and kids spend a lot of money, and as a result I got very ill.
Saturday, 21 June 2008
Sea leopards draw coronets of roses
Between the cities of the astrolabe.
They mark the compass-points with stars
And tie the three-heart cities
With ropes of blue-burning water
That evaporate into the scalding steam of memory.
Saturday, 14 June 2008
Monday, 9 June 2008
Friday, 6 June 2008
Thursday, 29 May 2008
Cherry blossom and my foot
Entwined with black-haired octopus ink
At the parquet eardrums
In this face with snails beneath my belly.
Handfuls of frayed, taped, cables
Fill the boxes of my nervous system,
Their kettle-leads teeming with bloodworms,
And I cast before you
Shoals of glittering, chattering, wrasse
That speak your name.