Thursday 31 March 2011

a kitten from Great Britain
2 hours ago · ·
    • Joey Joe sittin on bluey grey linen
      the colour of the ocean
      about an hour ago ·
    • Joey Joe Dallas on telly in Hull

a glimpse into the future

"What a load of bollocks" says the guy when he is told the rigmarole he will have to go through to get his buspass. "What a load of bollocks" says the lass as she passes the jobcentre. There wasn't so much as a second's gap between them both individually saying it. Pretty soon these words, in that order, will be the only words to be spoken. I'd be willing to bet on it at William Hill.

two pages from the red notebook

a poem for the tenth anniversary of the fall of the twin towers etcetera, a realisation and the opening stage directions to a play.


Friday 18 March 2011

friendship


Giving an interview a few years before his death Luis Buñuel is asked about whether he now speaks to Salvidor Dali again, a man with whom he famously fell out, slapping him to the ground, down to a New York pavement, in reaction to Dali slandering him, costing him his job at MoMA, the Museum of Modern Art, some forty years prior. To this question Buñuel replies that they have not recovered their affinity. However, nonetheless, he would very much like to think that they may get together once more one day before he dies and share a glass of champagne. When this is relayed to Senor Dali he responds by saying, with all simplicity, sincerity and innocence, that he too would very much like that but unfortunately he no longer drinks. This, Senor Buñuel, as you can garner from reading his autobiography, found quite amusing, indicative of his old friend.

Pretty story, huh.

Sunday 6 March 2011

Venus

She's locked out in the hallway, being punished

for knocking the toilet paper in to the toilet bowl

like a child

Which can be a real distress on a Tuesday

when you don't get paid until Friday


Why don't you put the toilet seat lid down

I ask

That's a good idea, ma says

before thinking, You know what'll happen then,

she'll tear it into snow


That cat can be a real bastard

it would be easy to drown her in the sink

perhaps at Christmastime

But it is Christmastime

and they get on most ' the time