The perverse rewriting of the naff section of second hand shops…the easy listening…the book bins….spills out into everyday life. Some take on the guise of soundtrack musical performers, one off collections by TV entertainers, potboilers, romances. You stepped in here and claimed a space….one step away from being an exotic rarity…a garden escape from the […]

a weird seller…on the hoof…employed as a distributor of images and words found in the everyday…a noted nature poet confirms this skill of moving in the unrest and stilling it… ‘In The Humdrum’ Scoring in the Scriptorium…the field of play….erasing personal inscriptions….meditation techniques to find off switches and keys to doors. In here we inhere…negating […]

we climb these shifting sands….dried out in the tide…some pools of water rush to us but do not surround us…we give the sand integrity and solidity….it inclines further to the vertical…our scout party, hangers on and refugees, cling to the ridges of the crumbling moist sand…until….we pull ourselves clear above it into the glow of […]

some boot shaped state…old factories delapidated behind overgrown evergreen hedging….here they make strange, disgusting meals…mobile snackbars… industrial carrion… i slipped out of the dream into a backlot for secret driving lessons…errant children run along the front like tropes…decoy devices…hooks…what answers the pantheistic spirit guides sing back to us in the carnage of our trade…crushed garbage […]

“man does not get what he deserves but he gets what he resembles” Jaz Coleman – Killing Joke 1985 in the living room we switch on the bright main light….the carpet is crawling with black insects….too many to collect and dispose of before they a scurry away…it’s almost like they have developed a bite but […]

old mage and sages discuss whether to go by old age, boredom, or their own hand….they are shadows rippling on the wall of the Park…there is no need and they want none of it…asked to turn themselves over…like old boulders…revealing worlds…where dryness and dull drugs work in a delayed fashion… i hold the door of […]

(or – where would I be without my phone?) “PHONE – A speech segment that possesses distinct physical or perceptual properties, considered as a physical event without regard to its place in the phonology of a language.” late night google map searches transmute the dreamscape…faint memories of squeezing skin to emulate moisture … an edge […]