I’ve been thinking about book covers lately, because I have a poem book coming out sometime soon, and I need to decide what kind of thing will be on the cover. I guess I’ve always been dr...
One morning on the Jubilee Line a woman leant over and removed a small amount of shaving foam I’d left on my ear. ‘Acts of Kindness’ (Art on the Underground) If London has a soul it...
“All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up...
If you cross paths with someone walking a dog, do you talk first to the person or the dog? Matthew Yeager, A Jar of Balloons or The Uncooked Rice Dogs chasing my car in the desert by John Divola 1. L...
At least he never walked. - on Haruki Murakami’s future headstone Adharanand running on trails around Iten via Guardian I started reading Adharanand Finn’s column Running with the Kenyans...
A recent attempt at “carrying a notebook around” Carrying a pocket notebook everywhere with me is my favorite hobby. - Person on annoying blog about being a better writer Take Care of You...
via Animalarium I met James on a creative writing course at Victoria University in 2009. At our first workshop I was struck by his swarthy tan and his faraway squint, and his long pauses between word...
1974 poster by Jerzy Flisak for When the Legends Die via 50Watt Hello, the stylish people on vintage bicycles, wafting through red lights like pollen on the breeze. I’ve see your red lipstick. ...
I never eat fruits or vegetables at all, ever, and neither did my father before me, and while I am constipated, fat, breathless and weak, I am not yet dead. - Stewart Lee Just like a chicken running ...
Our bodies are fiery stock exchanges. The gym is a colon, a colony of commerce, with a daily digestive index. Elizabeth Knox, ‘Going to the gym’, The Love School I wanted to see if I coul...
London looks like a place that used to be something. Davy Jones, street photographer London is propulsion, it rewards those who push forward. Craig Taylor This weighty account of London is told by it...
Hair is dead cells. When it’s on you, we all want to touch it, but as soon as it’s off you, in your bed or your shower, it’s suddenly, oooh, horrible. So hair’s a really weird...
by bisybackson For me, 2011 has been the Year of the Abandoned Idea. So many have lagged behind and have fallen: ideas for articles, essays, blog posts, poems, emails, and even – tragically ...
Savage Eyes On Wednesday after work I got on my bike and rode home. At an intersection on Brixton Road I pulled up behind a big red bus. It was dark, and I could see parts of my reflection in the bus...
Astronomers are greatly disappointed when, having traveled halfway around the world to see an eclipse, clouds prevent a sight of it; and yet a sense of relief accompanies the disappointment. Simon Ne...
The siren waits thee, singing song for song. - Walter Savage Landor from Robert T. Beyer, Sounds of Our Times: Two Hundred Years of Acoustics (1998). The first siren, invented in the late eighteenth ...
There came Ezra, dressed To the nines in his velvet Jacket, pants with equestrian Seat, his cowboy hat, swinging His silver-headed cane as he Made for San Ambrogio, women Applauding him from their Wi...
I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid. T. S. Eliot, ‘The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock’ Bu bu!? by Simone Rea Fur-lined Russian hats (Ush...
Rachel Bone i. The most prevalent road-rage gesture I see in London is the one I call the Seinfeld. It’s exactly the kind of gesture Jerry would make when saying: “What IS thaaaat?”...
‘Good luck and believe me, dearest Doc – it’s better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.&#...
You may find you have a few extra house guests as butterflies and ladybirds seek warm spaces to sleep through the colder months. Please report any ladybird findings to the UK Ladybird Survey. - ̵...
My best friend jokes that it’s a good thing I knew I was supposed to have nipples or I would have picked mine off by now; I understand insecurity. - A Lady (“one of several rotating ladie...
Wasted Rita “I have the cornflower I wore in my buttonhole to the first evening out with my first serious girlfriend in 1977 …” - Commenter on ‘Should memory boxes be given ...
You may or may not have noticed that I’ve been having some trouble writing anything here. Autumn has this kind of congealing effect on my brain – I feel pallid and sluggish, like a custar...
Bicycle spills by Rachael Bone It hasn’t been a great week for the bike. I’ve been reminded too many times of all the things that grate me about cycling, the things that shred my good moo...
What have we here? A man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish: a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. The Tempest, Act 2, Scene 2 Nuclear Wint...
Self-awareness is studded with blind spots. ‘I’, Helen Garner Untitled by Ana Teresa Fernandez No one told me that getting a body wrap meant getting naked in front of a stranger. There wa...
Editors really must keep cuteness out of biographical notes. - NZ author David Hill in a review of Sport 39 1. My first reaction is: oh, come now, David Hill. We’re talking about New Zealand. E...
Every day I see outbursts of rage on the road. A pedestrian bellowing at a cyclist for running a red light. A concrete mixer truck weaving in and out of lanes, leaving fist-waving cyclists in its wak...
Editors really must keep cuteness out of biographical notes. - David Hill They wantses us! they wantses us! ~ Smeagal on Smeagal “BOB DOLE!!” ~ Bob Dole on Bob Dole Q&A: Is it normal to talk abou...
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