December 2009
it’s funny how working on a piece of art can give you distance from the subject. almsot as though it becomes something else, something removed from you. i know that as soon as i have to let it go, give it up to the public, i’ll clutch at it in a moment of panic, but i hope i’ll remember how good it feels to be letting it go.
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spanish mornings
there was a kitten, i caught glimpses of it every now and then. the green trellising was dizzying. trellising. the word takes me back there, looking up, seeing how the light came through it like a canopy of leaves. the ground swings into focus again and i’m looking for the kitten, feeling she’s somewhere behind me, hearing her laugh, sometimes say my name with an edge of warning because i’ve gone...
“guitar coming from a radio
always takes you where you wanna go
somehow all...”
I just went out to post a letter, but took so long to go through with it that I watched a ship come into the channel. It was a beautiful sight, the whole sky so clear, butlins glowing across the water, the little towns lit up like the Christmas lights over the lagoon. My breath was coming out white and when I laughed it came out like I was smoking. I remembered a time when I looked at the same...
she who steals three teabags is a desperate woman
i came across this photo on my computer the other day, but being without internet kept me from posting it. it was taken in prague airport, after i had paid an extortionate amount for the first british teabag (fuck-all koruna change is on the table). but i didn’t care. it was the first decent cup of tea i’d had for a week. and from someone who has to have three to even wake up,...
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“you know these love letters mix with whiskey, just don’t light a match...”
the doors i walked through yesterday
“Dear C****
It’s a raining day in November, 2003. I’m sat beside him on his...”
– A letter