at it's foot, i am powerless
at it's peak, i am powerless
Wednesday, 6 January 2010
Friday, 21 August 2009
Lurgan/Craigavon
as clogged, the countryside used to be.
byroads littered, leaves in twisted repose.
they meet the sky and aggressively, they compete to win your eye-line exclusive.
shards of light revealing the foregrounds weaknesses.
a visual display of the common and the rare most stupendous.
my heels, sank Southly now, move with no haste, nor sloth...
i am returning now, returning to my home.
where the animals die.
where i die.
byroads littered, leaves in twisted repose.
they meet the sky and aggressively, they compete to win your eye-line exclusive.
shards of light revealing the foregrounds weaknesses.
a visual display of the common and the rare most stupendous.
my heels, sank Southly now, move with no haste, nor sloth...
i am returning now, returning to my home.
where the animals die.
where i die.
Thursday, 13 August 2009
Mneyio
Celebratory event in household #1
Somewhere, a distant heaven lures believers in abundance to a white portakabin.
The bouncer, in white/gold gown, goes through his heavy undusty guest list, turning away anyone dressed in sinful trainers, tracksuits and baseball caps.
No 'bangin' choons' or 'sick riddims' just a lonesome harp player, who under the pressure of pleasing many with his seemingly unlimited songbook leaves without a tip, cheer or applause.
His understudy, the life-shape of Quentin Harkley, twiddles his thumbs and tunes incessantly, awaiting his chance to serenade the waiting ears of the number.
His time never comes.
Caterers catering for hoards of visitors, all of which rarely leave.
Persil being poured at a speed of two bundles per white mile.
Canapes being thrust into rafters and over balconies, loud parties spilling onto the white pavements and yet-to-be-driven on roads.
Guffaw and Google discussed by the most peaked-too-soon minds.
Some make reference to the boxes that house their more mortal materials.
One, a lady of once-great wealth, scorned her offspring for their crude choice of cheaper Eco-Friendly wood.
Overheard by one such believer an argument breaks out and the rights and wrongs of lifely ways are thrown into disrepute with everyone taking sides.
All of a sudden the 'kabin becomes bare and all involved are found on top of an upside-down tree in the mind of a Money-Eagle bound in transcendental flight for eternity.
No Hi-Viz required.
Saturday, 13 June 2009
By Night
By night I hear her course throughout the room.
A single route, tried and tested, rehearsed until sunshine falls from the eyes of the burning giant.
Her 'clips' and 'clops', akin to that of a soft-toed horse, are heard through sleep muted ears.
Her eyes, as wide and dark as pools of immeasurable oil-spill, stare and scan for signs of life..."none but the slow moving, sleep-bound silhouettes", she continues the run through.
Up, up, pause, up and after a time down.
Then across and back again.
A moving carousel lulling to a stop before a disembarking pounce.
As only a semi-sleeper I witness this strange and intriguing ritual daily.
In response I offer greetings and words which may as well be spoken in Gibbon tongue, for they are useless, futile, alien...un-understood.
Our communication is through other, more unusual means.
...I jog, she runs. She hides, I find.
Small squeaks; ambiguous, yet tended to.
A single route, tried and tested, rehearsed until sunshine falls from the eyes of the burning giant.
Her 'clips' and 'clops', akin to that of a soft-toed horse, are heard through sleep muted ears.
Her eyes, as wide and dark as pools of immeasurable oil-spill, stare and scan for signs of life..."none but the slow moving, sleep-bound silhouettes", she continues the run through.
Up, up, pause, up and after a time down.
Then across and back again.
A moving carousel lulling to a stop before a disembarking pounce.
As only a semi-sleeper I witness this strange and intriguing ritual daily.
In response I offer greetings and words which may as well be spoken in Gibbon tongue, for they are useless, futile, alien...un-understood.
Our communication is through other, more unusual means.
...I jog, she runs. She hides, I find.
Small squeaks; ambiguous, yet tended to.
Zilog Z80
Varying stages of green to a complete black.
Kiwi
Frissee
Pond Scum
Lawn
Emerald
Turtle Back
Island In Distance
Eyes Closed
Onyx
Deep Ocean Death
-flagstaff survey exception 1
my only hand is loose
-flagstaff survey exception 2
without outdoor space
-flagstaff survey exception 3
hungry bison
> SYNTAX ERROR
Kiwi
Frissee
Pond Scum
Lawn
Emerald
Turtle Back
Island In Distance
Eyes Closed
Onyx
Deep Ocean Death
-flagstaff survey exception 1
my only hand is loose
-flagstaff survey exception 2
without outdoor space
-flagstaff survey exception 3
hungry bison
> SYNTAX ERROR
Mountain Hold
The face of a mountain is dotted with the sprigs of colour associated with lifestyle changes.
A Goat orders, for his pastures, a gold green grass carpet.
The Eagle puts recently delivered chain-mail to good use, reinforcing her nest.
Holes and burrows are being spring cleaned and painted with emulsions & mattes. The Vole opts for belly-laugh brown.
The Rabbit, at the foot of the ancient stone mound, depicts a scene from Fantasia using 256 colours.
The Bighorn Sheep, bleeping and baa'ing, is spending quality time with the family by filling the flock-sized paddling pool he installed in the midst of winter.
The Cougar, having explained in a recent 1000 word correspondence, enjoys his new Council fitted Aquability walk-in bathing unit.
The self-conscious Snake, sporting a new multi-coloured Muumuu, frets not about the length of time it takes for her meals to digest and the wrong-doing it does to her figure.
Yep, life is good for the mountain dwellers.
So good in fact that they have took no notice whatsoever of the slow-moving paper chain of people making their way to the summit.
16 hands shaking.
8 heads nodding.
8 mouths speaking.
8 patting shoulders.
Thousands of single hair strands all flailing about.
Two Hundred And Twenty Four teeth being lied through (and none with skin on)
What of the mountaineers on their return?
What of the words they spoke?
What of the coverage and the voice of those they represent?
What of the animals and their 'keep yourself quiet' pay-offs?
A Goat orders, for his pastures, a gold green grass carpet.
The Eagle puts recently delivered chain-mail to good use, reinforcing her nest.
Holes and burrows are being spring cleaned and painted with emulsions & mattes. The Vole opts for belly-laugh brown.
The Rabbit, at the foot of the ancient stone mound, depicts a scene from Fantasia using 256 colours.
The Bighorn Sheep, bleeping and baa'ing, is spending quality time with the family by filling the flock-sized paddling pool he installed in the midst of winter.
The Cougar, having explained in a recent 1000 word correspondence, enjoys his new Council fitted Aquability walk-in bathing unit.
The self-conscious Snake, sporting a new multi-coloured Muumuu, frets not about the length of time it takes for her meals to digest and the wrong-doing it does to her figure.
Yep, life is good for the mountain dwellers.
So good in fact that they have took no notice whatsoever of the slow-moving paper chain of people making their way to the summit.
16 hands shaking.
8 heads nodding.
8 mouths speaking.
8 patting shoulders.
Thousands of single hair strands all flailing about.
Two Hundred And Twenty Four teeth being lied through (and none with skin on)
What of the mountaineers on their return?
What of the words they spoke?
What of the coverage and the voice of those they represent?
What of the animals and their 'keep yourself quiet' pay-offs?
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