12 Degrees & Skiving

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London Suite VII: Bushy Park, Teddington

here lies a tameness that hasn’t known wild long since the last wolf and oak were sewn into the bearers and joists of Hampton Court even the deer have gone … Continue reading

May 21, 2014 · 2 Comments

London Suite V: Mother’s day – Crystal palace

skyping our parents on a 3g dongle is like talking to astronauts on an international space station it’s night there and they’re both at the ready dad, first commander, moonfaced … Continue reading

May 18, 2014 · Leave a comment

London Suite V: Tate Modern – Matisse

we’re here to see henri’s cutouts his colour, the last things he poured into the world that make us marrow happy we’ve come early, missed the crowds we luxuriate, discuss … Continue reading

May 18, 2014 · Leave a comment

London Suite III: waiting for Emma – Victoria station

i use a passport booth it’s a chance to sit cordoned off which is what they do here curtains made of iphones and earphones the daily mail, end-of-workday scowls i’ve … Continue reading

May 16, 2014 · 2 Comments

London suite – II: Thursday, Missed Meeting – Victoria

hours have misaligned after bloodhounding nosing all the right signs flushing ideas into open land there’s a chance i could make it if i slosh through the rivered streets arrive … Continue reading

May 16, 2014 · 4 Comments

London suite I: Wednesday Evening – Victoria

a sensory list of memory in whitewashed angles where May’s caught itself a scribbled song stuck honey-tight dissonant touch of chilli to the eyeball cardamom cumin curlicues hung jasmine sun … Continue reading

May 16, 2014 · 4 Comments

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