Fragmented, multiple influences, multiple plagiarisms (well heavy nods). See if you can spot them. Or bother reading it at all. Perhaps the most unecessary thing and challenging (i.e. boring) thing I’ve written.
The avant-garde’s forgotten its job is to seduce. What better seduction than that of words?
‘And I’m starting to see how as time gains momentum my choices will narrow and their foreclosures multiply exponentially until I arrive at some point on some branch of all life’s sumptuous branching complexity at which I am finally locked in and stuck on one path and time speeds me through stages of stasis and atrophy and decay until I go down for a third time, all struggle for naught, drowned by time.’
David Foster Wallace, A supposedly fun thing I’ll never do again
A peek of rubbing legs
Script software synonyms for: passionate
Learned idioms from screens, Being there
Bed sheets, friction
Rewrite your affliction
150ft cruise liner
for the dead, the decrepit
For the ‘Sellars’
For Peter, Profits and my agent.
A perverse pride in destroying every relationship
On a barge of amusement
Clarifying literal emotions for those searching for water
In 500 years
No hand behind the glove of Dr Strange Love
‘I didn’t know what sadness really meant when I was young man’
‘I don’t have role models only plagiarisms’
A socio-Plathic disinterestedness
A confused buzz in 500 yards
There’s a chapel and undertaker below deck
Silence, stony-faced as default state
‘Could I ever make her laugh?’
An overgrown golden meadow forecourt
threaded by weeds and speared cans
A grey fingernail on the horizon
To touch down into a terminal of embracing
The heaving breath of being there.
A wet patch between the times and the tides
Wind-up and watch it creak again