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Archive for December, 2008

I used to have one when I was around 23. There’s a picture of me standing at some weird angle propped up in a doorway of a flat I rented, with a 20’s style hat and this thin pencil of dark hair across the upper lip, I looked like a gangster, with a stupid banana [...]

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It’s a small work of art, a creation on a plate made for me. A dominant shade of brown with criss-crossed charred strips sits above a cloud of mashed potato accompanied by a forest green spiggot of broccoli and a sun tanned orange carrot. A dribbling of mushroom sauce seeps down the sides of the [...]

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She glided in with a dark heavy shield around her – impenetrable. Standing as solid and proud as a marble column she appeared bulletproof. But was this just a facade? What lay beyond that prison wall exterior? Was there possibly a sweet rock candy heart inside those barbed wire eyes? A comfortable lounge through the [...]

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A glazed delta wing of delight about to take flight for my mouth, a beautiful symmetrical kite with a bobble of fruit piloting it, the pilot safe inside his custard shock absorbing seat. The paper package rattles and rustles as I secure the flying pod from its hangar and now in my hand it clings [...]

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In each hand I have a decision, I ply them back and forth like a ball of dough, rounding it out pounding it down on the table, letting the sticky mixture of implication squeeze through my webbing. Inside my head there’s a table tennis match and the hollow little balls ricochet and repel all around. [...]

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A seared chicken tender-loin floats above an octopus of linguinie, a series of smiling lips grilled to a golden brown finish. The waitress asks  about pepper….’yes please’. She brings out a truncheon from behind her back, a tower of pizza that leans over the meal, in metallic scratches she dispenses black snow over the dish [...]

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Fuzzy logic sequencing into my brain, information, bytes and bits, filling in gaps and spaces, being configured and reconfigured for later access. If only it were as easy as a PC. If only there were an icon I could fire at will to bring back the megabits of information in this computer brain, but there [...]

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I’m in the enclosed canyon of Southern cross railway station the shufflings of feet, anonymous chatter,  and vacant announcments of arrivals and departures are all fluttering upward into the upturned wavey structure above. On the upper level  there’s a gamut of  booksellers and food dispensers and I run them all toward the ticket window. I [...]

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The newspaper is a warm cosy fire that I open up in the mornings, it crackles and spits as I move the pages after rescuing it from the lonely front yard. It has parachuted in, sailed end over end from a lanky arm in a station wagon at 7 a.m, landing with a thud on [...]

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Like a weight-lifter I take the A to K section of the white pages and throw them down with a  clean and jerk onto the kitchen table. The smell of this mornings bacon and eggs still leaches from the walls and pans that sit like ships waiting to enter a harbour on the bench. The [...]

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