admin July 7th, 2008
Speaking with one voice they taunt me as I walk along a strip of uniformed take away shops, they’re all here Burger King, KFC, Nandos, McDonalds nestled in among the furniture stores from IKEA and ‘Freedom furniture’ Each one a building block in a giant business model, made to conform to a standardised image, look , feel, sevice, product .
I talk to automatons behind counters who are mentally scanning page 732 of the Franchise almanac for the correct way to address the customers needs, all tied up in a replicated apron with a silk tie around the back. In the background the hum of vending machines and sizzling burgers or chicken wings and deep frying chips. The replicated ‘may I take your order please’ - ‘what sort of sauce’, ‘would you like to upsize’. Delivered with healthy repition, If you’re bringing home the bacon then it’s OK I guess.
A soulless hand reaches for my offering, the plastic notes slide from finger tips, almost like there’s little grappling hooks on the ridges of my fingerprint, the money seems to be screaming an unwilling… NO! before it is shredded within the maw of the corporate franchise, through the machine presses of the behemoth perhaps emerging as part of an annoying advertisement, or maybe as part of a wage for someone who in turn will by fast food or have their lawns mowed by ‘Jim’. He’s now branched out into electrics and aerials and tag and test I see! That bloke’s got a lot to answer for. I sit down amongst 7 Eleven fluro lighting and munch away on my pre packaged 100% beef burger and think it tastes a bit plasic, the bun is as appetising as a sticking plaster, definitively plastic…..
admin July 6th, 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 July 5th, 2008
Airport
Movie theatre panoramic glass lets me view the ingress of the shiny white missile, nosing in from the neat tarmac along glowing lines of christmas tree lights to the accordion walkway that will soon play its jerky tune. There are clumps of people banded together, some with laughing smiles and heads thrown back, some with […]
admin July 4th, 2008
coffee shop
So here I am, on the very same stage where the ‘Seekers’ got there start in the sixties. It’s almost like that folky vibe is still just rippling through the air. Mavis the proprietor is bent over shuffling around, almost bound for a wheel chair, she was here back in those days, with the tiny […]
admin July 3rd, 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 July 1st, 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 […]
