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.

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.

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

The Origins of Genius

He had dropped out of school by that time, and spent most of his time staying at home. His girlfriend lived in the house, and his grandmother lived in the house, and his aunt and his uncle lived across the street. And his father had had a heart attack; his father drove a Helms bread truck, part of the time Don was helping out by taking over the bread truck route, driving up to Mojave. The rest of the time he would just sit at home and listen to rhythm and blues records, and scream at his mother to get him a Pepsi.

Frank Zappa on Don Vilet- Captain Beefheart.

My head is full of bad news and ideas.

She likes that television program Shaun The Sheep. Me too. It's good show.

Helicopters hover in my window outside. This all seems very unnatural. Possibly a waste of money too.

But is there such thing as a waste of money? What is it that we are really wasting when we are supposedly wasting money? I've wasted plenty of things but never money.

it's all he keeps saying, when will it end? when will it end? until one day he doesn't.

we're not sure why
but tomorrow's another day.