Performance

I have in empty spaces played on to men with vacant faces, well placed two faced men and when they clapped I played some more. I never opened doors that shut behind me, I thought fuck the lot of them if they want me let them find me. I spouted poetry, gushing flushing out the…

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The goose booed

Like an arrow point, narrow sharp, I poke my nose in to take a gander, but it’s none of my business. I bow out. So may the rule be that what we don’t see don’t hurt. But what we feel is as real as the arrow, as plain as the nose on my face is…

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Being philosophical

The Victoria. A circuitous route to get me there where the Central line should be. “we apologise for any delay, there is a good service operating on all other routes” Circuitous where the two of us go round in circles and not on the Circle line, Yes, travel in London and you’ll have a fine…

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