Archive for 2008

Words of little consequence #8


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Words of little consequence #6


This isn’t a comedy quiz show, is it?

Well, I - I - I - I, gosh, Mayor. I’m the mayor. The mayor of London. Like Dick Whittington. How absolutely. Yes. London. Great city. Cradle of - of - of - of - something great. Not sure what. But great, nonetheless. Modern democracy and, erm, civilisation. Or was that Rome? Italian restaurant. Yum, […]

Sad, pathetic charity case

Ladies and gentlemen, I want to introduce you to Stephen.
Stephen is a pitiful young man who is suffering. I’m sure you can tell that, just by looking at his photograph on the right. He is suffering from a terrible affliction, with which he is afflicted twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred and […]

I is well red (sic)

I have been tagged. Needless to say, this is not because I am lying on a slab of granite in the industrial concrete surroundings of a freezing cold mortuary, with a piece of yellowing card attached to my big toe and a frowning pathologist leaning over my corpse to examine the contents of my stomach […]

Alphabetti spaghetti: C

Lately, I have found myself feeling surprisingly Carefree. I appreciate that this may come as a shock to many of you, especially those who continue to labour under the fond misapprehension that I forever carry the woes of the world, not to mention the argumentative angels and demons of my own pesky conscience, on my […]

Incantation

I am the whisper the whisperer the shy of voice the pause that becomes a cadence I am the word between the words after the rise and before the fall I am the dead air that even in ownership of silence beats with a heart of possibility I am the emptiness in your lungs between […]

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Iteration

Once there was, and once there was not. Stories start, safe in the knowledge that they must - at some indeterminate time and some unspecified place - end. That’s their way. For every exposition, there is a denouement. That’s their raison d’être. In between times, we scrape our heels in a slow tide of humanity […]

Scraps of evidence

Oh, the plans. The plans I had. Each of them scrawled on crumpled paper, folded and folded again for good measure and secrecy until they bulged with so much promise and barely repressed youthful vigour. Thoughtlessly stuffed in careworn pockets patched over sternums and alongside thighs, warm enough to sleep well - all too well […]