Thursday 16 October 2008

After The War

They took me to Norway on an old boat. They wanted me to broker peace. Then, during the war, you left me. I died in a limousine while you sang to Italian aristocrats. Funny I can say this now: God loves you.

Someday I will become your guru. You will be beautiful in silks and I will give you the mantra: Ma-Ra. In some ways, it has already happened. Little consolation, high above the Atlantic.

Tuesday 23 September 2008

Cracks












The pave,e,ment cracks underfoot creating a language of cracks. The cracks speak of energy, motion, destination - time passing, time eroding. Unknown words by unknown walkers/writers. Whither wither walker. ??? . Ancient symbols, modern man. - - . Hurry.!. Thank you. ?/. Hurry. ??? . Ancient symbols, yes - - - sun cracked . !?! . symbolick . {} . sickle time . symbols, yes (!) . sick social time ;::; walk . :: . crack '';;'' read/erode/e-read. E-road "..." Ram Home Rome Run !"!"! Crakc luck Crakc lick :":!:": Run Symbols Run Sym Bols !::''"::! Walk Don't Run R/u\n/a/w\a\y/H/o/m\e/L/i\t\t/l/e/B\a/b\y/D\o/n/t\Y/o/u/C\r\a/c/k / \ / / \ \\ \ \ \ / / a \ / / // / \/ \ / / \ \\ /////// \ \\ \ \ \ \ \ \\\\ \ /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ \/ \/ \/