admin May 31st, 2008
Hotel room
The bed is covered in a floral patterned quilt that hangs down over the edges like a weeping willow over the bank of a river. I throw the cold electronic key onto the dull surface of the bench, it makes a dull clunk. Like the sound of my body wanting to rest, I collapse onto the firm […]
admin May 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 May 29th, 2008
Hotel room
The bed is covered in a floral patterned quilt that hangs down over the edges like a weeping willow over the bank of a river. I throw the cold electronic key onto the dull surface of the bench, it makes a dull clunk. Like the sound of my body wanting to rest, I collapse onto the firm […]
admin May 28th, 2008
Hospital - object writing 26 April
Naked dingy hallways echo ginger footsteps as I’m headed toward the room of light, It’s at the end of the tunnel. They’ve moved him into a more private room, there’s a view over the surrounding country side, it’s like a water colour painting in the half mist that’s left curling around distant lakes, fields and […]
admin May 27th, 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 May 26th, 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 May 25th, 2008
Hospital - object writing 26 April
Naked dingy hallways echo ginger footsteps as I’m headed toward the room of light, It’s at the end of the tunnel. They’ve moved him into a more private room, there’s a view over the surrounding country side, it’s like a water colour painting in the half mist that’s left curling around distant lakes, fields and […]
admin May 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 May 23rd, 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 May 22nd, 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 […]
