stripping the rose of the fierce winds
is like releasing a thousand prisoners into sudden tumultuous, orgasmic {release] hold your breath gentle reader, hold it hold it hooooold it………… why tears like burst dams tear down my face nd here like the first man i steer ’round … Continue reading
aaPrescription: A walk on Hampstead Heath
As the branches breathe Through the blackened veins Of my thorney existance I see… Skeletal etchings of those faceless wonders Who wandered here before All remains, their lonely souls Whispering in the winds ……………
An ol one for the Parisians
A lonely lover lays upon the River Seine He whistles ‘Its so empty here, without a somebody to blame’ And the dark ladies in their lipstick Listen to their cigarettes ‘But I’m here still alone- don’t forget’ Perhaps the sky’s … Continue reading
pote wrote to a flying muse
the camden town adversemental hideout, where LonelyVillein and the Dog torment themselves with the sight of each other,., was cleaner than usual.. or was it just barer? The place has, i fancy, muffled the light of its last weekend. very … Continue reading
ideeas’ere’y'are baddlydaddlydidya ruin it?
hieightvale walloper hitsill hitsillAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYou silly fuck hitsvillian hitsvile been so wrong each day dull old sallow grave shallow flamelicked pot of thicklysickly swag chuck in 5 bags wallop senses retreat from the mean and vibrant, the scene is wideopen private … Continue reading
wallopers/ be arranged : al that coming together, rer ter ter
nother’ranged see – listen to mannered men studied in deception i am my only mothers son and a flustered one flagged mind down thinking back would that i had your poise but so awkward in mind no use hiding away … Continue reading
A muse to a dying poet (part 2)
Who ever said it was written in the stars Tonight it’s written on his feet An invisible map Points to where lovers meet Lines fading fast Ink running past Tears on the pavement Stumble upon a A conversation between An … Continue reading
Fiction – think to fix him like a glove ripped 43days ago 3rd November
There.. That was easy enough.. Ok I’m on my way.. well I’m in a taxi.. do you live in a hotel? the driver seems to think so .. No a building, its just before the hotel your English is getting … Continue reading
Purses
I just dreamt I was in my senseless adelphi tipat the time “Scarcely sixteen ” said the interested eye-sore of a slutasked And i in turn asked about the word “scarcely” and i was put in a clock’s way already … Continue reading
oh behave..behive
Long lost night Long lost love Last stop… A meeting. Long over due So there he stood, a dark figure in the door way His silhouette so familiar She ran to him in her broken behive Into his forbidden arms … Continue reading
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demo on chewyube WillesdenHarlesdenborders/ soul’shotcoals note to Peter: redo vocals on chorus ‘only love can heal the sickness of celebrity…’
demo engineered/produced by AdemHilmi[see photo] trasckwrit’dby Suzi Martin/PDoherty
alliances, subSPIT IT OUT
20110404 171242 20111103 063356 20111102 102755 ever give in note awry01 spitiout parachute with me into paranoia (they give abouyt a secondf away elspeth?upstairs? unbleivable i thought hed finaslly lost it and the ‘wallop’ jana? my moonkissed seaside salt and … Continue reading
the blank space looked like it was burnt on
coulditbearrangedtickerswung thhrough incredibly good intentions even picking up dropped h ‘s these days french/cockney alliances in the war on gobsput speech the shapes of all the lips, w=a=yaa beautiful lines mouths that pout psmile spit scream shush sh sounds sho … Continue reading
Stoke(thefirethatkeepsyoubrave)
God i remember the many disastrous (sometimes wildly unsuccessful) attempts to get to Stoke, to Hanley..
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Sour the trace of memories: The Rape Suite ,
And the clear bias against the Police force, who entered the night, the flat, the motherfucking dragon that was the story – a story sadly so true - up until now. Dragons of course being extremely destructive, monstrous, sickening to … Continue reading
“The RapeSuite this way, er.. sir….” look at me like a i dont know what and direct me to , jesus, a door up the stairs saying ‘Rape Suite’ on the door..
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ok updates..
no mixed feelings.. Passion is absolute, and ever so pure. at the paroxysm of the sub -lime fascinated by the strength of her own texts, by the desperate beauty by the depth and maturity and as for me: she says: … Continue reading
walking 2 paces behind myself at the soundcheck.
Feeling superstitious, as ever I am: as i ever are am <?> Luckily i cant tell the difference betwene crows, blackbirds, magpies and the like but upon seeing pennies all fall out about and in my deranged pile of cases … Continue reading
right lets see how we get on.. with honesty I mean
what do you lot think? should i make up for this vast, vacant- lost, Elastic is snapped back and we scrape something or other [lethargy, sloth, creamcrackerdness in general] off of the moleski cover we se what went through a … Continue reading
for all of the none listed above
but but vacancy ..please sarah [and all confident young literary tigresses raring to flash their credentials] feel free in yourself to have a pop. but really can you mimic this, ready, catch!….: the heartfelt, creepy melt down the thin walls … Continue reading
Sir – you dishonour my family name with these fabrications
I would draw your attention to Bourg en Bresse’s premier rag – Le Progres.
Alize makes an exhibition of herself:
clutch pre-Raphaelite miniMachine, scrape greedily the lathered barrel, deeply inhale..and…[yes the phoyos are old Photo-270.jpg\of all M.W’s endless, peerless recitals of life and death in anecdotal Shambolia, the one story that i never remember the punchline/s to is the tale … Continue reading
Sylvie
http://web.me.com/sylvieverheyde/SYLVIE_VERHEYDE/sylvie_verheyde.html Get the lowdown on my Director…
Octave? Brigitte!
Today the Director had to shenann in some technical shennaigary and so for the first time in this production Charlotte and I had to appear on camera – digital and 35mm for the boffmongers amongst you, the choice yet to … Continue reading
ok, no laughing at the back
Today I had my first Waltz lesson, in preperation for the forthcoming film: ‘Confession d’un enfant du siecle’. My character must display natural grace and poise – as was expected of a young aristocrat and dandy of 1830′s French society. I … Continue reading
3blindmice
finding some mental stuff as i sift through a decade of impossibly fuck’d up laptops, cassettes, dictaphones, innerlinings and dented armouredunderbellies. i mean.. where the hell was it that we came out of a lift onto the dancefloor – to … Continue reading
re wind to slow sudds that hard’n and darken – forwards we go forwards – we hasten back
and so like a sometime ruby rind now dry and dust is made of the wet laces of blood in time, because i cant get to you this way, I must skirt. Skate about the drifting ice. Take swipes and … Continue reading
the weight of the riddle has exhausted the cripple
the inertia has crippled conversation – the weightless lump of time and the heavy clouds of exhaust fumes [later back on my back at the dump, I’m reading through this Monsieur Pepe le Poherty and I trust that even in … Continue reading
Frowns and Pouts in Paris and London-draft1
[voice from cupboard]Fame is a food that dead men eat,— Movie on 2010-06 -29 at 15.54 I have no stomach for such meat. In little light and narrow room, They eat it in the silent tomb, With no kind voice … Continue reading
Bonjour Tristesse
Hear the cawing, crawring reminds me somewhat of the Seagullinabox that wallhadheras ‘always thought it stood for something’ etc. Someone said the bird’s name was Ali, but the bird insisted that was no name for a baby seagull. Could have … Continue reading