little leap
blackbird forward hop
9 (of enthusiasm)
like springing into a subject
not about the thing but embodying the thing
confessional ratatouille
how could i know that?
If you DIG you will find Costner's case of pencils (CATAPULTS)
Tuesday, 23 June 2009
Wednesday, 3 June 2009
Ask Murdress
Attempt to knock a dude out with a knee strike. The K1 fighter's raised knee froze like a statue and became more balletic as the hours passed of our regarding it.
Schoolchildren covered the fighter in wattle and daub. His frightened eyes trapped in his husk rolled in his burly bruised head. His tattoos were covered by dusk.
The kids tipped him over onto a flat-bed truck and drove him out to a field with a platform of pallets tied together with paisley scarves. They erected the K1 fighter in the centre of the pallets.
He looked from a distance like a scarecrow yet did not repel birds, quite the opposite. They flocked to the dark, dried mud figure and shat on it.
Schoolchildren covered the fighter in wattle and daub. His frightened eyes trapped in his husk rolled in his burly bruised head. His tattoos were covered by dusk.
The kids tipped him over onto a flat-bed truck and drove him out to a field with a platform of pallets tied together with paisley scarves. They erected the K1 fighter in the centre of the pallets.
He looked from a distance like a scarecrow yet did not repel birds, quite the opposite. They flocked to the dark, dried mud figure and shat on it.
Tuesday, 2 June 2009
GONNA TWIST THIS ONE THEN STILETTO IT
ALL THESE TINGS HAPPENIN AT ONCE. WHAT A WORLD.
SOME SIMULTANEITY
As a grumbling but happy French comedian
shoves his fingers into the fountain in Dijon,
a troop of monkeys rounds
the horizon of the pink square.
Intent on mischief, they piss in the pool.
After sunning herself on a carpet of chilly blues,
an elderly farmer sneezes theatrically
and feels her abdominal muscles
tighten.
On a country lane in Wiltshire, a mother presses
her sons into a prickly hedge
as a vintage Wolsley speeds
past them in the late afternoon haze.
It rains on the outskirts of Brussels. Koen scrubs mussels
in his bedsit above the bar
on the corner of Avenue Constant Permeke
and Rue Fernand Léger.
It’s five thirty-seven and he still needs to buy beer.
ALL THESE TINGS HAPPENIN AT ONCE. WHAT A WORLD.
SOME SIMULTANEITY
As a grumbling but happy French comedian
shoves his fingers into the fountain in Dijon,
a troop of monkeys rounds
the horizon of the pink square.
Intent on mischief, they piss in the pool.
After sunning herself on a carpet of chilly blues,
an elderly farmer sneezes theatrically
and feels her abdominal muscles
tighten.
On a country lane in Wiltshire, a mother presses
her sons into a prickly hedge
as a vintage Wolsley speeds
past them in the late afternoon haze.
It rains on the outskirts of Brussels. Koen scrubs mussels
in his bedsit above the bar
on the corner of Avenue Constant Permeke
and Rue Fernand Léger.
It’s five thirty-seven and he still needs to buy beer.
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