st.stephen - deacon and martyr (a poem made of best lines)

the mallorcan girl mentioned this (most excellent)...
and now a poem made of the best lines from horsemouth's blogging



horsemouth is on his way to egypt
to see about eternal life
in preparations for the apocalypse;

you feel sorry for the fire chief (eyre shaw)
and the coroner (carttar)
- their names crop up rather too frequently.

he returns to London and there’s a garden party
at one point he accidentally turned the lights out

there was also
a quick visit to the wharf of canaries
to pick up an ‘academic’ diary for the year ahead
(the better to ensure continuity with previous drivel)

pleading poverty this month
it all feels a bit speculative and insecure
the stress of being reasonable

it is the equinox. it is 5778, it is 1439
the long dark rabbit hole of work once again,
emerge near the summer solstice
blinking in sunlight,

in the library the children sing –
‘run! run! as fast as you can,
you can’t catch me
I’m the gingerbread man’

(a novel of the type: found book).

at the crossroads between fiction and documentary.
the crossroads is in Spain at the time of the spanish civil war,
at the front line and in a rebel Barcelona
1984 itself is a novel of the type: found book

we are glad for him (he can rest).

he went to a meeting – which went better than he expected
(eventually it will all go to hell in a bucket)

life –
swings,
roundabouts,
giant puddles of shit.