July 2011
5 posts
TO WALK AT NIGHT.
I like to walk at night when the city thinks it’s alone. You can walk on and on and on and see not a soul. It is the rare ones you do which are the reason for this exercise. Walking at night is different to that of daytime. In the daytime pack mentality exacts itself. If your clothes are at all unkempt. If they are not of the correct cut or cloth. If your hair has grown over the top of your...
THE HOLE.
The block is much akin to all the others. The few others, that is. Tall and concrete. A facsimile even, of the four others reaching up from the rubble. The area had been thriving. Community. Young families. Red brick terraces rolling off over the curvature. But no more. Not now. Levelled and re-begun. Stacked up above one another. We could look in any one of these, any one of the hutches inside...
MANIFESTO.
1;
FUCK FIRST (from politeness) ENGLAND
FUCK its climate for its sins and infections
DISMAL SYMBOL, Set round our bodies,
of effeminate lout within.
VICTORIAN VAMPIRE, the LONDON cloud sucks
the TOWN’S heart.
A 1000 MILE LONG, 2 KILOMETER Deep
BODY OF WATER even, is pushed against us
from the Floridas, TO MAKE US MILD.
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