has no faith in god
no faith in art
no faith in science
put all her faith in one man
all her eggs in his basket
Sunday, 20 June 2010
The tired ploughman.
I've been ploughing this furrow for too long. Each time I look up from my toil the end of the field is still not in sight save an oak tree on the horizon; when I set out that tree was a mere sapling.
The seagulls that dog my wake have given up on fat worms ever being exposed and now eye my soft parts greedily. they swoop in ever closer.
Time to release the old horse from her traces (smack her on the rump and watch her trot back to her pasture) leave the plough mid furrow mid field (already rusting it will soon enough blend in visually and then soon enough decompose and vanish).
If I walk quickly I will make it to that tree under which sits a little old lady who has many stories to tell me.
I have forgotten what I was going to sow in this field any-way.
Hot chestnuts maybe.
Thursday, 17 June 2010
Sebastian Horsley is dead.RIP.
What is going on in Soho?
Too many people are dying.
There has been a fantastic amount of interest in Sebastian since he died; some of it negative but the majority positive... I did not know him well; I met him once or twice in Soho, but I do know that he was for all the criticism, an original! He will be missed.
Don't go breaking my heart Kiki Dee.
You know what. I kissed Kiki Dee tonight.
she said; Where have you been all my life?
Ask Tilly. She heard it.
Kiki Dee. Her hair was the colour of hair dye.
I don't think she really wanted to know where I had been for the previous ten minutes let alone all her life.
That's show business.
I wanted to say to Tilly: I know where I want you to be for the rest of my life!
But I didn't.
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
Ode to a departed tooth.
Tristan has been having dental problems... Ouch!
My teeth are out in sympathy.
He sent me the following which I suspect may refer to something other than a molar:
Your absence has left a void
which I have filled with pain
The exquisite agony
taunts me with your parting
Although I realise that when the pain goes
I shall remember you for what you really were
It hurts too much to miss you right now.
Monday, 14 June 2010
Sunday, 13 June 2010
Last years notes.
When I am gone
first drain the blood and set aside
Burn me
Mix ashes and blood with cement
Cast bricks.
with which to build a folly.
Build it in the meadow where we were happy.
According to last years notes.
Saturday, 12 June 2010
The Island experiment, Sandy Lamb and the World Cup.
To the Tabernacle last night for the'Island Experiment'; an evening of live music, which, considering it clashed with some football event or other was the place to be. A very upbeat happy occasion.
Among the acts was Sandy Lamb.
She is great!
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