midnight motorway noises
28 March 2008
because i just realised i could upload videos
These are jumping crumbs.
And these are marching mimes.
And I'm sure there will be more to come!
10 March 2008
ole!
I saw this Manhattan matador pushing pigeons round the platform at Smith and Ninth.
Herding the birds with a pad of A4 as we waited for the F train. On his boots was scribbled SANCHEZ but he was a far cry from those tightly sequined and silked Andaluces I remember from years ago. He shoved and shifted the birds about, teasing them towards the tracks and smiling up like a boy when they obliged terrified...
One of these days, one of these trains, one of those pigeons is going to charge and gore him nasty.
Herding the birds with a pad of A4 as we waited for the F train. On his boots was scribbled SANCHEZ but he was a far cry from those tightly sequined and silked Andaluces I remember from years ago. He shoved and shifted the birds about, teasing them towards the tracks and smiling up like a boy when they obliged terrified...
One of these days, one of these trains, one of those pigeons is going to charge and gore him nasty.
08 March 2008
if i squint i think i can make you out
So. Suffocated by San Francisco's story cut short I sprinted east for mouthfuls of fresh air in this smog saturated city.
I craved a cigarette, grainy down the pipe walls of my throat and the way these cities make you feel like an eyelash caught on somebody's cheek... An unasked wish waiting to be carried off by this blustering breeze.
And so. Through the smog I glimpse that fog and the way it embraces those hills - white grey and green with asphalt. I'll be back, i'll be back, illbebackyes and they will be embracing still.
I craved a cigarette, grainy down the pipe walls of my throat and the way these cities make you feel like an eyelash caught on somebody's cheek... An unasked wish waiting to be carried off by this blustering breeze.
And so. Through the smog I glimpse that fog and the way it embraces those hills - white grey and green with asphalt. I'll be back, i'll be back, illbebackyes and they will be embracing still.
