I dream my internet dreams
asleep surfing the screens
that lay inside my eyelids,
long slammed shut.
my brain clicks,
flits its way webward
visiting the sites that,
wide awake, I meander,
pondering the theft of
my most precious days.
my internet dreams
take an ethereal existence
virtually to new heights
but all too soon I wake,
history wiped clear,
no bookmark beneath my pillow
and my journey starts again.
internet dreams
September 8th, 2009The harvest is in
September 8th, 2009fill yer bellies
The harvest is in, except for a few cornfields, left for the sweet anticipation of another day. The stubble that remains provides an interesting contrast with other textures in fields adjacent. The pale green growth of next year’s early season crops. Magnetic brown, newly ploughed terrain, full of seagulls.
The farmer slumps across the wheel of his hi tech controlled-environment crop processing machine; tractor to me and you. Although the air conditioning does away with the need for sweating its soul is there, metaphorical perspiration.
Barns bulge and granaries groan. Tables bend under the weight of produce served up to open eyed families and wider circles of friends, privileged guests for the forthcoming feast. Corks pop, laughter pervades then slows to a silence. We slump into hibernation.
You are now entering the congestion zone
September 8th, 2009You are now entering the congestion zone
6th form college enrolling now
High Quality Offices To Let
Marks and Spencer – Simply Food
Paul Ponsonby Specialist Distribution
The Firm – in cinemas September 18th
not completely confident female cyclist
Crouch End Number 91
London Euston
Internet Phone Booth
Dorian Grey – in cinemas 090909
Going Green for London
Mayor of London’s Skyride Sunday 20th September
OMG! my chunky just got funky?
Skegness by the sea
September 4th, 2009sand blows in my face as together on the towel, we huddle,
a solitary woman sits with a bucket and spade whilst her kids play at the edge of the waves
no sharks sneak up and snaffle
a child spouts ad hoc poetry:
armpit hair
underwear
people who don’t care
boys who won’t share
4 people sitting in a row on camping chairs facing outwards
a young mother struggles with her pushchair over the sand and shouts “Tylor James wait for me!”
windmills out at sea
windbreaks wrap around their people and red and yellow flags brace themselves in the breeze
a fairground in the background dips large, rolls along the coast, big wheel sliding off the pier
lifecrew
my hat blows off in the wind and I envisage equally windswept coasts opposite in Germany and Holland
plenty of photographic opportunities:
two red and blue kites flying in breeze
donkeys turning
towels flapping
a basketball bounces on the path behind
a man appears out of the water wearing long white swimming shorts and a white old fashioned vest contrasting with his black skin
icecream, lollipops, burgers, whelks, crab sticks, doughnuts, haddock and chips with fluorescent mushy peas, cups of tea
flat stones skimming
seagulls squatting, floating
large clouds hovering, watching
smaller clouds higher up move more quickly
children fleeing chased by brown waves
slot machines, twopenny falls, horseracing
international bowling
out of the bushes comes an explorer
he says”cor blimey mate”
and back to the car we go
Quality
September 2nd, 200920mm tonight they said on the radio.
Doesn’t bother me I said,
Then I went to the grandstand
And saw people mud-wrestling,
Hang on, no, they’re walking to their tents on the old pitch and putt.
A joke in there I thought (dimly).
Can’t imagine doing this any more but
Perhaps in a different country, like Robert Pirsig did.
My second time through the book was finished today.
It’s the later edition with the postscipt.
Memorable. Like the MGP but more upsetting for the majority.
Let us know if you’ve read it as a parent or a son or a daughter.
flatpack dreams
August 27th, 2009here dreams are sold
registered on the system
and brought through
for home assembly
in the comfort
of your living room
chose a colour
pick a pattern
fabric feels good
shut your eyes
sit back and relax
flatpack dreams
aaahhh!
self assembly dreams
float on by
discount dreams
50% off
for this weekend only
dream on
Celestial Pallet
August 26th, 2009As I drove down the Lincoln bypass last night there was a wonderful picture in the sky. It merited a 1000Megapixel photo taken with a panoramic lens. The problem was I didn’t have my camera with me and in any event I don’t think they make them yet to quite that high a spec.
I mulled over in my mind how I would describe the effect of that sky using only words. I couldn’t see how I could come close.
The rain had not long moved on and the sky showed the remnants of that activity. Shreds of clouds, strays and waifs of irregular shape and disposition. The pallet that was the sky consisted of eggshell blue, dark grey blues, clouds both grey and white and a white crescent moon suspended amongst it all but looking out of place.
I don’t think any art survives for ever. It all eventually is lost or dies. Last night the painting in the sky lasted until it was almost dark and then disappeared. On my way home it was gone. There will be another but it will never be the same.
Mediterranean Dreams
August 23rd, 2009Ten o’clock at night and it is still 24 degrees out, at least according to the dashboard of Anne’s car.
I feel as if I should be strolling down to some café near the harbour and joining in with the clink of bottle and glass. The pesky violinist is a bit of a nuisance but he knows I will give him some money to go away. There is laughter at all the tables around and we sit back quietly enjoying the atmosphere after yet another busy sun soaked day.
The harbour is strung with lights and the masts that grow in it are barely moving in what little breeze there is. In the distance the blink of a lighthouse offers reassurance. The occasional scooter scoots by hooting the occasional squeaky horn.
The smell of barbecued lamb tempts us and we tuck in, squeezing lemon juice over the meat and dipping bread into the juices on the plate. Washed down with red wine it is very satisfying and we order another bottle.
Eventually the numbers start to dwindle. The violinist has packed away his instrument and walked off up the narrow cobbled side streets to his home. We settle up and follow suit. Back at the apartment we fall asleep on top of the bed with the windows open. We will be back the next day.
I drive down to pick Hannah and her friends up from Nandos at the Brayford in Lincoln and drop them at home. I can but dream!
the sea
August 23rd, 2009sparkling sapphire sea,
full of fish and dolphins,
glittering fins break the suface,
but then,
waves roll,
no longer calm and smooth,
but rough and choppy,
no fins break the surface now,
what was perfect is now ready to kill.
A Few Things You Need To Know About Elephants and Cows
August 23rd, 2009Cows have horns in different places to elephants. Both need to be avoided.
Cows don’t have trunks, elephants do which can come in very handy especially for drinking up buckets of beer and then squirting it at whoever is sitting opposite.
Never try and milk an elephant, it could have fatal results and in any case elephant milk doesn’t go well with tea.
Cows are afraid of tigers but I don’t think elephants are, though I’m not 100% sure on this one.
Cow poo is a different shape to elephant poo and you can’t play bowls with it although it is good as a frisbee once it has dried.
Both cows and elephants can be called Nellie. Norman, however, is an unusual name for both species.
Nellie the cow packed her trunk and said goodbye to the circus – yep that works.
You would never get an elephant flying over the moon though, they’re far too big and heavy and would take too much rocket fuel to get them going.
You can get more people on the back of an elephant provided it is a fully grown adult.
Happy birthday Megsy.
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The beginning
August 21st, 2009
The Americans
August 21st, 2009After 25 years you’re back they all said; we’ve been waiting.
I’ve been oh so busy my response – weak perhaps.
I can now see how they won the war, again.
I really enjoy American company and always have. Florida is very cosmopolitan but elsewhere less so.
What a great country, makes us look rather insignificant I feel.
They went to their doom
August 19th, 2009They went to their doom, unknowing
Victims of the modern world,
A destiny predetermined by chance,
Outside their sphere of influence.
There was nothing I could do
As I watched them go by,
And even if I could have communicated,
They would not have been able to respond.
Helpless and oblivious they went on to their fate.
I never saw them again.
LEAVE MY CAKE ALONE!
August 15th, 2009Leave my cake alone
I’m keeping it for my tea
If you go and eat it
There’ll be none left for me
Leave my cake alone
I’ve hidden it from my mummy
If she went and found it
It would end up in her tummy
Leave my cake alone
It’s covered in chocolate cream
If you try and lick it
You will surely make me scream
Leave my cake alone
You pastry popping daddy
Coz if you scoff it down
It will make you feel a baddy
Leave my cake alone!
For Stella on her birthday.