Tag Archives: Chomu

A Reading of Justin Isis’ Welcome to the Arms Race

I like the vibrant fuchsia of the cover with the simply centred, majuscule title, fractured to suit meaning – Welcome to the Arms Race – and the simplicity of title and author – Justin Isis – on the spine.  I’m … Continue reading

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Short Exegesis (of An instance from which telepathy can be proved,…)

Short Exegesis: a story in Dadaoism (An Anthology) starts without a title.  In the contents it’s called Instance.  The first sentence implies: a first person past narrative; that this is one of annual visits from far-off to another character called … Continue reading

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Meet the Girlfriend

After Quentin buzzed me in I was climbing the stairs in front when his head appeared round a corner at the back of the ground floor to redirect me.  I’d forgotten to bring his address but remembered it sufficiently though … Continue reading

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British Artist’s Indirect Reply to the Suspect Conduit of Unjust Criticism

A Line Drawn Under is comprehensible to the meanest intelligence. Your friend must take you for a fool, that you give credence to his words it’s incomprehensible, meaningless. You’d’ve won if you said you understood it, as you did when … Continue reading

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Sharan’s Leave-taking

Adrian arranged to meet up town, after the party which had been brought forward to start at six thirty. I was early and hung about Jerusalem Bar and Kitchen before making yet another sortie in, at which point I met … Continue reading

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The Different Skies Writing Group

I arrived at the Different Skies writing group in Chinatown the same time as Bea and Merlin. “Are you Alistair?” I asked in a room upstairs, leaving the brought bottle on a table. “No, I’m Geoff,” who pointed, “He’s Alistair,” … Continue reading

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Tim’s Party

Because I’d missed meeting John off the train, he’d the opportunity to ask my neighbour Diana for a cigarette and be told to fuck off. “Can’t a convict cadge a fag any more?” he complained, finding it difficult to take … Continue reading

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Chomu Party

This Saturday I took the train all the way to Waterloo, the Jubilee to Canada Water, the East London to Whitechapel and whichever, District or Hammersmith and City, to Mile End. It was quicker. Tim let me in. His two … Continue reading

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Poems

My publisher sent me three copies of the book my poems were in, Sacrum Regnum II by Hieroglyphic Press. That pleased me. I skipped to see and at a glance saw one was omitted and over another Horatian was misspelt. … Continue reading

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Review

Quentin sent me a review which mentioned me, my story, in his, Chomu’s Dadaoism (An Anthology)and also defined Daoism. I was pleased I’d inadvertently met the requirements of both Daoism and Dadaism. It also pleased me to be mentioned. Knowing … Continue reading

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