I wish I had a pound for every time I’ve been kicked in the head.
I’d have two pounds now.
That’s enough for a beer.
Category Archives: 2004
M is for Martyn
The pages of my
address book
are printed
on pages that contain
a tiny vaccuum
in which there’s another world
the smallest of
pricks
from the pen’s nib
would pierce the shell
and this universe would
implode
and
that’s why
for safety
my book contains
no names
Amended 15 May 2005
I wanted to go to a fancy dress party, wearning those fancy contact lenses with a metallic finish. They look spooky. It would have been great.
But, I was struck by a lack of fiscal availability when I called into the shop to purchase the said visual adornments. Instead, I was forced to improvise. A couple of minutes later and I had some upholstory tacks from the DIY shop. It was a simple job to push the hardened steel through the retina and into each of my eyes, leaving only the domes of the brass effect caps showing. It was so funny. I looked like a robot. Apparently.
Besides, some things reflect a genuine optimistic viewpoint. Such as the post from 1 March. And. Er. Probably some others.
There was a carbon print, last week, of Uma Thurman aged as a student, walking down the stairs in the Law Department. I would have fallen in lust, but there seemed little point even for that.
Springtime brings new hope and a new need to fuck. This, I think, is the only explanation to what is happening. Early spring, and meeting someone new so that, far from completing three years alone, I find myself emailed to meet Nic again, this time at her Department. Prior emotional entanglement had once made this seem impossible. Its rare for me to be around so early, as I’ve normally been working late. This makes me glad to have made the effort. If I ignore the lecture then I can just get there in time.
As with virtually everything in this city, I end up walking up hill. When I first moved here, the slopes came as something of a surprise. But its the hills that sculpt the place, giving it an interest that is so often missing. Not only that, but if you cycle anywhere, as I often do, half of the journeys are devoid of effort as you can freewheel to the destination.
I’ve not been in this Department before, and have to ask a scarily efficient secretary for directions, who points at a sign behind my head. Up the stairs to the library, and look in. She’s not th…(previously posted from here)
An eventual reunion.
“Did you see the words”
“No.”
“The link. I sent you a link.”
“I’ve not seen anything.”
He moved back to the door.
“What link?”
Friday 19 March
3.45 am
just finished work
fu(the remainder of this has been edited)
You have all the answers, here, if only you would ask the question.
An insight into my mind.