Archive for July, 2016

Thursday, July 21st, 2016


Sorry I wasn’t there;
I need like a reminder app or something

Wednesday, July 20th, 2016


And so I decided to arrange the books in alphabetical order by author
and also by genre, which is when it started getting complicated

Tuesday, July 19th, 2016


The Meaning of Poetry I can’t remember who it’s by but they’re dead now

Monday, July 18th, 2016


Rachmaninoff’s music for piano and cello has kind of got me
bouncing this afternoon. Later I’ll switch over to Maria Callas
and her take on O don fatale. You’d know it if you heard it….

Sunday, July 17th, 2016


I wish I had not kicked the door –
Methinks I’ll not be playing football any more….

Saturday, July 16th, 2016


Uncle Harry took me on to the boat without saying a word and left me holding a rope without telling me what I was connected to. Turned out I wasn’t connected to anything.

Friday, July 15th, 2016


And if a question about passion comes up
in the exam this afternoon I’m doomed to stare hopelessly
at words and feelings that I’ve heard about but
never really engaged with. They are similar to cockroaches:

I don’t have to explain. Explanations ruin everything.

Thursday, July 14th, 2016


The Virgo version of me just spent the morning organizing and tidying the apartment to distraction
and now, thunder rolling in on to the hills, I’m wondering what star sign is messy and disorganized.
I suppose I could look it up. I suppose I could be bothered, but I’m not myself today –

Wednesday, July 13th, 2016


And you wish you were a fish
although I don’t see you exactly
dripping with enthusiasm, although
at the lake there was a look in your eye
and your mouth mouthed the kind of
“feed me” routine fish often enact.

Tuesday, July 12th, 2016


I am reminded of a cousin of my father,
a blacksmith in the West Country. He had children
he and his wife forged into imbecility.