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Monthly Archives: October 2011
Dadaoist Anthology
(You may notice, and I shall embolden for your greater convenience, I‘m included in it.) Dear anthology contributors, I just wanted to write a quick update on the anthology. A number of things have slowed us down, but we are … Continue reading
Kitten
Yvann told me Diana had been charged by the police for the same offence he had, that of threatening to kill. She does this periodically but is discernibly pushing things lately. A shopkeeper neighbour complained. She spent a night in … Continue reading
Trauma
I saw John off at the station. Yvann came up in time for lunch. We went on a jaunt, catching a train to Putney, walking across the river (without getting our feet wet) and taking a very slow bus back. … Continue reading
The John Elliott Interview for Chomu by Quentin S Crisp
During the last, October Writers’ Group meet, John Elliott inevitably mentioned his interview. The interviewer, Quentin, may even have got a mention as might the publisher, Chomu. I’ve since listened to it by the link http://soundcloud.com/chomuradioarchive/john-elliott-interview and can recommend you … Continue reading
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Tagged 'the book', Betty Clark, Chomu, Group, Instance...., interview, John Elliott, publisher, Quentin, reality
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Break
I went for foil to put the sardines on to grill without losing their oil. There was none. He’d used up the foil, for only the one purpose, smoking, and broken our agreement. I’d ask for the keys back and … Continue reading
Damoclean Sword
John’s taken to coming back to go out with me at night, the ostensible premiss being he might be taken at any time and returned to prison where he’d commit suicide. He’d wanted to see Tower Bridge. He’d also wanted … Continue reading
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Tagged John, poems, Police, prison, publisher, train, Vaseline
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WG October
Opening up, having opened the bottle, I was joined by Steve, shortly after by John E, and while we waited we chatted on this and that, largely about the origin of the good red wine I’d brought which had SA … Continue reading
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Tagged 'the book', abuse, Catherine, disguising look, Flash fiction, haiku, John Elliott, Johnny, Mum, Peggy, Steve
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Naked
He came back late from a friend with hash and wanted me to go a walk for tobacco when I anticipated I’d need the £5 he’d left me with for Sunday papers. I demurred. He also wanted to make a … Continue reading
If Music Be the Food of Love
He complained about the music. Just as he was falling off it would wake him up again from his catnap. “That’s music for you,” I said. “It varies.” Later he was watching The Wire on mute and subtitles that makes … Continue reading
Diana and Leslie’s Ex
Diana told me she’d been harassed by an ex-girlfriend of Leslie’s other than Gina three times in town along the lines: ‘Leslie says you’re dying, you’ll be dead soon.’ Since Leslie had said as much to me, it was likely … Continue reading