Saturday, 29 May 2010

Removing the Traces

I cancel my Facebook account,
GMail and Blogger.
Have no further use for Stumbleupon,
and of Myspace there never was.
Erase my worthless word wherever they may be found.
Purge the cache,
kill the daemons,
destroy all the porn,
apt-get remove me.
The wayback machine may remember,
but I will not.

Friday, 10 July 2009

I watched a pot, and it boiled. Then I turned the stove off and watched another pot. It did not boil.

From this we can conclude that a watched pot does, in fact, boil fifty percent of the time.

Monday, 22 June 2009

There is no pain,
I do not suffer.

This is not pain,
I do not suffer,
This is invisible.

This is not pain,
I do not suffer,
This is motionless.

This is not pain,
I do not suffer,
This is nothing.

This is not pain,
I do not suffer,
This is all.

This is not pain,
I do not suffer,
This is...

This is not pain,
I do not suffer,
This...

I...

o

how

why

I

She...

But I rebuild myself in a shape most likely to survive.
This shape has a hole in the bottom.
This shape will not hold water.
Or trust, or expectations, or hope, or despair.
All things flow through this shape,
leaving it empty and unaffected,
and so there is no pain,
and I do not suffer.
I do not suffer.
I do not suffer.
I.... sleep.

Sunday, 21 June 2009

I may be an idiot, but at least I'm a bloody idiot.

Lynda

When I touch you
the breath escapes me,
and I am stilled.
Within me I am always
within you.
Without you I am always
Unfulfilled.
I desire only everything,
I require only.... enough.
When this love takes me
I can only follow,
eventually.
But in the meantime do I struggle,
or spit and curse and resist
the irresistible?
Do I fear yet to lose myself
after so many years?
(But losing you, am I not lost?)
Am I, can I, should I, could I.

Touch your cheek,
your hair, your breast, your throat,
touch your eyes with mine,
and I am gone.
I am found,
I am thought,
I am motion.
I do not speak,
I am spoken.
Cannot break,
for I am broken.
Was that a rhyme?
Oh, just a token.
(as is this)

Monday, 16 February 2009

An Appropriate Title

We live in a world obsessed with quantity.
The value of our work is judged not on its content, but on whether it consists, for example, of at least seven hundred words.

To that end I have created the modern haiku, as follows:

Spring in severance
yada yada yada yada yada yada yada yada yada
yada yada yada yada yada yada yada yada yada
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and where our summer winds howl
yada yada yada yada yada yada yada yada yada
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What point tomorrow?

700 words, thank you very much.

Sunday, 15 February 2009

Days

Today is the first day of the rest of your life.
Yesterday is the last day of the whatever the opposite of the rest of your life is.
The day before yesterday is the beginning of the end.
The day before that is the end of the beginning.
The day before that is Wednesday.
Tomorrow is the next day of the rest of your life.
The day after tomorrow is a really bad movie. Presumably. I haven't seen it.
And then we're back to Wednesday again.

Sunday, 11 May 2008

Do You Remember When...


Sha la la la.

Saturday, 10 May 2008

Do you remember where your towel is?

"Here the man in blue crimplene accosted us once more but we patiently explained to him that he could fuck off."
- Douglas Adams

May Book Reviews

The Anubis Gates
by Tim Powers

Dark and inevitably predictable and sometimes it seems as though he is trying to be funny, although he never quite manages that. But where's the sex? Come on Timmy - get it together man. Would a little titillation kill you? (Giggles childishly: I said tit.) Despite the disturbing lack of sex I thoroughly enjoyed The Anubis Gates.

Legends of Dune (The Butlerian Jihad, The Machine Crusade, The Battle of Corrin)
by Brian Herbert and Kevin J Anderson

I can't recommend this series. Yes, I enjoyed it, because it is Dune. But I can't recommend it, because I found myself thinking "How did that line get past the editor" too damn many times, and because it seems to be trying too hard to provide a genesis for absolutely every situation and group and stuff in the later books. Does everything have to begin here, ten thousand years before the events in Dune? Also, needs more sex.