Archive for March, 2012

Wednesday, March 21st, 2012


I received a note from Chloë yesterday, telling me she had mislaid our love letters and is afraid they will fall or have already fallen into the wrong hands. She does not mention anything about the right hands, but it hardly matters: I have no idea what she’s talking about. Indeed, I don’t know who this Chloë person is. I can only assume the note was delivered to the wrong address.

Tuesday, March 20th, 2012


Nothing but jokes remain.

The rooms are overflowing with laughter.

And the one-liners I killed you with come back to haunt us both.

Monday, March 19th, 2012


Nothing but dust remains upstairs. The drawers and cupboards

have been emptied. And the notebooks filled with our dreams have vanished.

We don’t know if someone took them, or if they faded into non-existence.

Sunday, March 18th, 2012


There is nothing does irritate me more than seeing other people sitting about doing nothing when I’m working.

I lived with a man once who used to make me mad that way.  He would loll on the sofa and watch me doing things by the hour together, following me round the room with his eyes, wherever I went.  He said it did him real good to look on at me, messing about.  He said it made him feel that life was not an idle dream to be gaped and yawned through, but a noble task, full of duty and stern work.  He said he often wondered now how he could have gone on before he met me, never having anybody to look at while they worked.

Now, I’m not like that.  I can’t sit still and see another man slaving and working.  I want to get up and superintend, and walk round with my hands in my pockets, and tell him what to do.  It is my energetic nature. I can’t help it.

Jerome K. Jerome, from Three Men in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog) (1889)

Saturday, March 17th, 2012


The song thrush and the landlord

agree to release me from the contract

holding me here. I’m going

to call it a day although I’ve not decided

which day. Monday is good

but not often enough, and the wings of the bird

disturbing the air I breathe

and the curse of the words uttered

from behind the mask of a benign beard

keep me awake at night, like a cough.

Friday, March 16th, 2012


The cheerful cloud loitering above

the cheerful crowd. The happy birds

swinging to the happy words. And also

it doesn’t matter who you were

it matters who you are (it says here).

Thursday, March 15th, 2012


Speech falls in droplets, rain falls a shower of words. There is no chance of making sense of it.

Dear me, is that the self calling the self? Or the elf calling the elf?

Wednesday, March 14th, 2012


Start at the end and work backwards. Decide what you intend to achieve, and don’t change your mind. Locate your mind. It’s probably not where you think it is.

Tuesday, March 13th, 2012


The stars above

The stars below

The stars all around us

The stars surrounding

Monday, March 12th, 2012


The (insert small and feeble person’s job title) could be temporarily (insert derisive adjective) or (insert appalling excuse). Try again in a few moments.

If you are unable to (insert socially unacceptable verb) any (insert body part), check your (insert any noun you want to insert, but try to be more imaginative than usual).

If your (insert large household object or recreational equipment) is protected by a (insert unaffordable security organization, or similar) or (insert name of large and fierce animal), make sure that you are permitted to (insert anything you want to insert; extra marks will be scored for anything that makes no sense, and could be labelled “surrealist nonsense”).