Saturday, September 20, 2014


Friday, September 19, 2014

I See You by Gary Cummiskey

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Eva Jackson: 0083

Moving On

Some South Africans delight in Moving On
Most of them are young
But we’re in a party, you see, you’re not meant to say
Hey, what the fuck is that dungeon doing in the middle of the floor
Where history is pushing about, sometimes shaking the bars, most times just sitting there
You can choose to ignore it
Maybe abhor it as wrong
To pay it any attention.
History is bobbing about in the keychain hanging from your rear view mirror
As you skip lanes to get ahead
It’s patchworked on the roadside that your keychain distracts you from
It’s in the sound and fury and the absurd laughter
We suffer from

Still others can’t get away
And walk about with history
As a sandwich board enclosing their stomachs and legs
Advertising, but
Hindering movements

The other day a pigeon flew off with some in its beak
Made a reclusive nest
And buried history in there,
Woven in deep.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014


Voëlvry: White Noise and Lost Irony

Victoria Williams: 0267

Notes for Alan’s new collection of essays:
Things that destroy lives, No.17: Mobile Phones
I become more and more distrustful of these devices the more I hear about them. They are a new generation of weaponry. Text messages have created monsters who cannot love face to face.
(After thought: It is for this reason I suspect that the missionary position is falling out of favour.)

Sunday, September 14, 2014


Friday, September 12, 2014