Asthma

Here’s another thing I wrote years ago approximately 1980 but the illustrations were done last month. Asthma Reclining in cars – the odd word stuck into the cream-pie of conversation – while outside – bloated fish swim belly-upwards in opaque canals. Waiting, tapping on the roof, holy terrors grip slowly round, their bulbous eyes crane… Continue reading Asthma

Hunting etcetera

Here is a short prose piece I wrote in about 1979. It is a poor imitation of a writer who I last mentioned here on the 3rd November 2011. So this can be an introduction to whatever I deliver as before promised. A fabled beast, Scurzione by name, once withheld the advances of a pack… Continue reading Hunting etcetera

Christmas 2011

It’s been a particularly dark, dismal and wet end of December start of new year, but I have managed to do a couple of things. Firstly here is a piece of music with words that I have called Pineapple Crumble. Not that I’ve eaten any pineapple crumble, but now I’m determined to make some sometime… Continue reading Christmas 2011

Fool’s Gold Part 3

Where could it have led to? The king must surely know by now. Sadly, not. The strangest thing so far has been the disappearance of the cockroach’s money-sac and its subsequent reappearance in the blast furnace. You’re aghast. Surely nothing’s happened? It’s done – this morning! Down in the street towards the harbour! The black… Continue reading Fool’s Gold Part 3

Fool’s Gold Part 2

What are you writing? An insoluble dilemma? Not quite. You see you are looking at it from the layman’s point of view. Your vision is restricted if you don’t mind me saying so. Calamity’s hardly the word. He flavoured distractedly towards the flickering coppice, grimly clutching the vertebrae of a small animal he had recently… Continue reading Fool’s Gold Part 2

Fool’s Gold Part I

More old writing. This dates from about 1982/3 and is headed Imaginary Dialogue (Notes towards a drama). This is part 1 of 3 or 4. The illustrations are new. …………………………………………………………………………………………………… It couldn’t have been him – he was washed out, insipid – raw egg dribbled from his ears. Can you describe anything like that as… Continue reading Fool’s Gold Part I

An Evening Stroll

This is the 35th (Maybe) post of my blog. Not necessarily the sort of number that one usually celebrates and perhaps this is not a celebration. When I post something I write some words. That’s writing but not really what I’d call memorable writing. Once upon a time I used to write more. I wrote… Continue reading An Evening Stroll