admin April 30th, 2008
Automatic pilot - object Writing 28 April
My car is flying along the road and I’m on automatic pilot, stern hands grip the convulsing wheel and reactions flow without notice, my mind in a thousand zones at once, but the unconscious one is fixed in place, on automatic pilot.My uniform is not starched dark blue, no raised rivulets or captains wings on […]
admin April 29th, 2008
Doorstep - Object Writing April 30
Made of Stone, it’s a large block, carved , nicked, worn smooth, like a sea stone. Rickety door with brass handle, that turns round and round like a playground roundabout until it grips and the bites. A gloomy passage with no internal lights, walking into a kitchen of dulled intensity. Dull English mid-afternoon late summer […]
admin April 28th, 2008
Waterfront - object writing April 29
A low rumbling toot vibrates the sleepy morning molecules as another container ship with leggo blocks of goods slips out of port. Automated gigantor cranes pick up more blocks and build another town on the top of another ship. The deep oily green water flaps against decaying barnacled pylons on the disused wharf.This is somewhere […]
admin April 27th, 2008
Bulletin Board - Object writing - April 27
Largely ignored it snores away just behind me as I ‘ m making a cup of strong black tea, sort of looming behind me , wanting to tap me on the shoulder. I pull down the flat red flap of the hot water dispenser which gurgles and hisses out a measure of water, being very […]
admin April 26th, 2008
Chicken - object writing 24 April
A train of yellow fluff balls , a bonded gaggle, ice pick beaks pecking at the dirt, alarm clock rooster, squares off his shoulders and squawks an alarm. Hens roosting and clucking on thin poles in foxproof hutches. Always moving away unless they’re nesting when they’re sitting down on the box and keeping the eggs […]
admin April 25th, 2008
On the highway
Once we climb the hill out of the jammed maze of Geelong, the dust dry paddocks start to fill the windscreen. The drought’s been long and hard, there seemed to be a shimmer of green last time I came through, but summer has been unforgiving, those days in the high thirties [centigrade] and early fourties […]
admin April 24th, 2008
On the highway
Once we climb the hill out of the jammed maze of Geelong, the dust dry paddocks start to fill the windscreen. The drought’s been long and hard, there seemed to be a shimmer of green last time I came through, but summer has been unforgiving, those days in the high thirties [centigrade] and early fourties […]
admin April 23rd, 2008
Fruitcake - object writing April 14
I’m coming in hard with my lunar module teeth, scanning the surface of mars, a rich dark brown , pock marked and burnt by firece heat, camera eyes are recording every detail. Incisor makes a slicing bite into the surface and a chunk of rock comes away in my mouth. There , must be life […]
admin April 22nd, 2008
Fruitcake - object writing April 14
I’m coming in hard with my lunar module teeth, scanning the surface of mars, a rich dark brown , pock marked and burnt by firece heat, camera eyes are recording every detail. Incisor makes a slicing bite into the surface and a chunk of rock comes away in my mouth. There , must be life […]
admin April 21st, 2008
Scrambled eggs - object writing April 17
I grab a mirrored mixing bowl from the cupboard above the discoloured stove and it clunks onto the tiled bench. The fridge door releases its sucker grip on the body and a slight hiss of air escapes as I move aside tinkling plastic bags to find the compartmentalised box of happy eggs. I also navigate […]
