I am an imperfect photographer. Imprecise and impractical. Unpractised and amateur. The frame that I form between my outstretched fingers is inconsistent, unevenly shaped, plain wrong. My astygmatic eyes frequently fail as a pin-sharp viewfinder. My nervous balance and lack of poise turn the focused to fuzzy.
I prefer a statue to a living and breathing entity, […]
Where does all the time go? Sixty seconds have already happened, lost back there somewhere, and I’ve barely begun. Damn this ceaseless, onward march.
I know, I know it all very well, via more years of experience than I wish to catalogue right here and right now, since we’ve only got a few minutes left. I have […]
Kick off my shoes and go outside. Grass, gravel, dirt, dust: feel them all surging and sticking between my toes. Head down to the disused canal - more picturesque than such an uninspiring location has any right to be - to find my favourite bench along the quietest stretch, just before the incline, and sit. […]
Up and over and over and out. Diving from flesh I emerged freshly spittle wrecked, chased by creatures conjured up by the warped reflection of someone I no longer regard or recall, and a someone from whom I would no longer recoil if only I had the strength. But not me, right? Never me, right?
I crashed […]
They disappeared when I couldn’t sleep or when my slumber was chemically induced, but now, during these warm nights when everything physical rests as other scurrying footsteps turn my mind’s fixtures and fittings upside down, the soulweavers come to me on a frequent basis.
I wake in the cradle of darkness, my canopy briefly illuminated every few […]
Time is of the essence, and it would appear that I have fifty-seven minutes of essence remaining to me. Fifty-seven minutes. At the third stroke. Precisely.
There is a great temptation to use it all up at once, repeating familiar key patterns until they die out on the line, obsessive-compulsive in the extreme. Instead I ration myself, […]
So I’m looking before I leap, before I strike, before I dive. This is one of those evenings where I feel as if I’m about to go down in history like a lead-weighted grand piano, down to this Devil-forsaken town. Hold my hand as we take to these litter-strewn streets together.
The way you speak to me, […]
I would like to say that there is a snaking queue of words here, with each noun, verb and adjective waiting to make its presence felt upon the clean white sheet of this virtual page. But there isn’t.
I had a brief dream, an even more fleeting vision, of groups of letters leaping into the blue - […]
I need to go to Paris in the springtime. I am under strict self-instruction to search the alleys and back streets, just as the winter chill is turning to mild warmth and the raindrops changing from spitting to soothing. I need to solve a mystery. My mission is to find a message left for […]
No no no, you misunderstand me. Having always had a reputation for possessing the most impeccably neat handwriting, it’s surprisingly encouraging to know that when I write on a screen using a mouse or in the condensation of a wintry window using my right index finger, I have the unleashed and maniacal scrawl of a […]
‘Blogging is all about real life.’ Discuss this statement pointlessly, making detailed references to your own drab existence. Sharp implements may not be used. Write in blunt crayon only, please.
My favourite people - those I call friends, some whom I call confidants - all possess an uncanny skill of making a seemingly innocuous statement worm its […]
Slow build-up of new weblog interrupted by illness. I would say more, but I’d probably sway unevenly, lean against you, then throw up over your shoes. Never a good way to make friends. Still, at least it’s all running like clockwork, because it’s just gone 9.30am and I can feel the two hour morning bout […]
I feel as if I’m at a film premiere.
My senses are being assaulted on a daily basis by spangled stars and glitter. Everywhere I look there are shiny surfaces and metallic reflection. Everyone is inwardly pleading, “Notice me, notice me. I’m special. I’m shiny. I’m more than the sum of my parts. I’m more than this […]
Unforgiveably, perhaps, I have decided that I would be a superb drug addict. I am fascinated by the path that substances take through my bloodstream, and the effects of them entering my nervous system, my brain, my mind.
How did this happen? When was I consumed by these responses? I can sense, deeply sense, the unbreakable chain […]