George and the Fog Where George lives there is a lot of fog. Most people complain about it, but not George, no, George likes the fog. What he does not like is sunny days: his eyes stray towards the horizon, he gets distracted, he misses crucial details. So he prefers the fog, finds gloom and [...]
April 12, 2011
Clichés Premise: you hear a bad song, a cliché, and something stirs: emotion, then embarrassment. Now, question: do we have to do away with the bouquet of dewy blood-red roses denoting love, away with countless pictures of sunsets on garage calendars? Possibly relevant: though many have strummed their guitars and hummed of stars above, they did [...]
April 11, 2011
George Sees the Ocean The first time George saw the ocean it was dark. He stood on the beach in his shoes, a crumpled flyer from the travel agent in one hand, a leather briefcase in the other. He had expected something else. This was an ugly ocean, full of brown water and waves crashing [...]
April 10, 2011
Collocations the second end driven to horror the bitter best filled with crime intrepid bend ‘round the explorer run out of rest a well-earned time to open ice to break the fire the time of dusk from dawn till death down to the pace pick up the wire to draw a husk an empty breath
April 9, 2011
Little Experiments Nothing spectacular: opt for a pita rather than bread. Finally read “Lolita” and instead of your usual tea order some coffee. Buy the newspaper: keep up with Gaddafi, complete the crossword, for once. Learn the flute. Choose less familiar streets for your commute. Make sure to talk to someone you don’t know each [...]
April 8, 2011
Afterimage Sometimes you walk into a room, and sense something is missing, its absence made apparent by an imbalance in the space. The emptiness becomes your evidence, rather than colour or texture. And face it: to some collectors, the missing things take precedence.
April 7, 2011
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April 6, 2011
Memento II Freeze. Observe this moment carefully. The lazy yellow afternoon makes the concrete walls of the school look warm. An optical illusion: there is snow everywhere, and children. Two of them, mischief in their eyes, Adjust their gloves and plot a trap. For all their plotting, all their friends move their briefcases, making them [...]
April 5, 2011
GEORGE GOES TO THE ZOO Now George sits in his garden, waiting. The phone rings. He is not sure what the sound means. Then Do people still go to the zoo? Not George. It feels vulgar to him, too close to gloating. Zoo workers, surely, maybe little children, parents in tow, sticky with candyfloss, gaping [...]
April 4, 2011
When We Are Old I. So fuck it. When we are old, we will eat sandwiches, yes, sandwiches with ham and egg and beach sand and mayo, such sandwiches! And we will listen to the waves and gulls, stare at the sun and pretend the years have made us wise. We won’t be wearing shoes. [...]
April 13, 2011
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