Monday, May 14, 2012

are we adrift in some kind of time warp, scottie ? or have we strayed in to an unfolding alternative universe, spock ? .... the federation's clear-desk policy clearly isn't holding


i've been reading about all the methane in the farts of the herbivorous dinosaurs ... but what about the stench from the carnivores' ?


shadow self-portait ... anyone might think it was the mayor of london creeping ...




















"The Trap" 

The first night that the monster lurched
Out of the forest on all fours
He saw its shadow in his dream
Circle the house, as though it searched
For one it loved or hated. Claws
On gravel and a rabbit's scream
ripped the fabric of his dream. 

Waking between dark and dawn 
And sodden sheets. His reason quelled
The shadow and the nightmare sound.
The second night it crossed the lawn
A brute voice in the darkness yelled.
He struggled up, woke raving, found
His wallflowers trampled to the ground. 

When rook wings beckoned the shadows back
He took his rifle down, and stood
All night against the leaded glass.
The moon ticked round. He saw the black
Elm-skeletons in the doomsday wood.
The sailing and the failing stars
And red coals dropping between bars. 

The third night such a putrid breath
Fouled, flared his nostrils, that he turned,
Turned, but could not lift, his head.
A coverlet as thick as death
Oppressed him: he crawled out: discerned
Across the door his watchdog, dead.
"Build a trap," the neighbours said. 

All that day he built his trap
With metal jaws and a spring as thick
As the neck of a man. One touch
Triggered the hanging teeth: jump, snap,
And lightning guillotined the stick
Thrust in its throat. With gun and torch
He set his engine in the porch. 

The fourth night in their beds appalled
His neighbors heard the hunting roar
Mount, mount to an exultant shriek.
At daybreak timidly they called
His name, climbed through the splintered door
And found him sprawling in the wreck,
Naked...with a severed neck. 

~ Jon Stallworthy

Thursday, May 10, 2012

tom denny

i think i might spend a little of next week's holiday tracking down some of tom denny's windows



http://www.moreintelligentlife.co.uk/content/arts/ann-wroe/alive-and-glowing?page=0%2C0

Monday, May 7, 2012

dear diary ...























i haven't bothered to get my hair cut for ages so i'm beginning to look like a mad professor

and i desperately need an emergency make-over

maybe i could apply for an improvement grant from the national lottery foundation

heaven knows they owe me !

i might check out the scurrilous rumours about the down-market clientele when i'm on my way from london to carmarthen next week ...


Saturday, May 5, 2012