Tuesday, February 06, 2018

Still wearing in fifty-four. It feels OK ...

Here are three more additions to the current Ear Food ...


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these two featuring the utterly wonderful Patricia I-always-need-to-check-the-spelling- Kopatchinskaja

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... to be honest ... not as good as I'd hoped ... but the last three tracks (Eat That Question, Peaches en Regalia & Uncle Meat) are pretty spiffy. To my mind & ears the drums are too up front in the mix.

Monday, February 05, 2018


bottled over the yes but only 
cold of anyhow cracking 
beneath assumptions

                       you’re crumbling mountains
dear friend, 
                      & the rain drops ache with forbidden words

unfortunate,
                       poetry will always adore you 
                          
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Sunday, February 04, 2018

Began my 54th year with a quick jog followed by a swim. Glorious sunny morning with snow like a mild case of dandruff.

The Wales win yesterday counted as an early birthday present. Sadly Italy didn’t cause the upset I was hoping for against England.

Rumours afoot that a ‘dream team’ is being formed to depose May - Boris plus Gove & the Rees-Mogg. Just imagine ...

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Monday, January 29, 2018

And he showed me more, a little thing, the size of a hazelnut, on the palm of my hand, round like a ball. I looked at it thoughtfully and wondered, ‘What is this?’ And the answer came, ‘It is all that is made.’ (Julian of Norwich, Revelations of Divine Love, 5)


Sunday, January 28, 2018

Sunday Breakfast on Radio 3 with Elizabeth Alker.

Startling, but gratifying nonetheless, to hear a micro tribute to Mark E. Smith.

The predictable phrase “he will be sorely missed” does, though, strike a false note. Were he listening (who knows what the dead get up to?) I can imagine the guffaw.

“Another fookin pint, Gabriel, and switch that bollocks off.”

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Saturday, January 27, 2018

Thursday, January 25, 2018

totalized wholes reflected in the kitchen windows

rhythm fresh as ankles legging it
grammar & referent
the burgeoning twig

“things”

                  thrust into an aggregated phrase


(i.m. Mark E. Smith) 



Wednesday, January 24, 2018

I got my last clean dirty shirt outta the wardrobe
I got my last clean dirty shirt outta the wardrobe
And all the good people know

That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest ...

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“... intention is always to write something,
not necessarily to write about something.”
                                                                        (Ray diPalma – adapted)



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