Friday, January 25, 2013
Monday, January 14, 2013
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Whitby church under threat from landslips*
The church, brained by Henry,
crazy, incontinent cliffhanger,
stares catatonic out to sea,
while its footing, undermined,
falls away, clean bones and all,
into Fortune's Kippers.
Crestfallen and bitter, our vicar
transplants the dearly departed
and prays to God, perhaps,
then calls a civil engineer.
* This graveyard erosion was already a worry in the 19th century, in the time of Dracula, no less, according to Bram Stoker's novel. Whitby is where that nosferatu landed in Blighty, and plenty of the narrative unfolds in the churchyard at Whitby.
Tuesday, January 08, 2013
David Bowie's first new song for ten years. Film by Tony Oursler
"Had to get the train from Potsdamer Platz. You never knew that. That I could do that. Just walking the dead. Sitting in the dschungel on Nürnberger Strasse, a man lost in time near KaDeWe. Just walking the dead. ..."
"Frisch weht der Wind / Der Heimat zu, / Mein Irisch Kind". Is this what billows my sails? Is it anything to do with Prigozhin? No...