Monday, June 30, 2014

June Blast 69 Jun 30 19:22

June Blast 69 Jun 30 19:22


 

I suppose a kind of accountant
A decision by 6PM
Dollars & Cents
A cold bath might help
Lunch-break and a football
Why dogs lick their balls
It is contradiction that makes us whole
Soul-Surfing
A good looking woman but with brutal hips
Football Kit
No doubt the Greeks have a word for it
A quiet house, just before dawn
Her neck
Too vivid, too strong. It makes me weep.
The broom cupboard
The luck of my comrades
Email
The way hunger overwhelms
Feather
I'll decide on reincarnation next time round
Officially, an accident
Naked
I dream of pink mornings and red sunsets
On the beach
Reading Ian Fleming


June Blast 68 Jun 30 07:55 (Last Day)


June Blast 68 Jun 30 07:55 (Last Day)

In the first, a scream from blackness
PEAR
Love, say it, Love
The early train to Sheffield
The shining black cars oozing superiority
CHICKEN
France will get it in the neck.
SILVER
An error that must be rectified
MARZIPAN
Slaughter, Slaughter, Slaughter!
PIG
Paris in the spring, Fountains in Rome
CLOCK
The dark rags of death
KITCHEN
Girl soldiers in black pumps
POLISH
Skill, speed, courage
A Dozen Cardboard Boxes
Something lighter, balloons, laughter
I am very dizzy
BELT
All the women in the world
Jennifer Eckersley is coming back home
Diaspora

Sunday, June 29, 2014

June Blast 67 Jun 29 16:25





June Blast 67 Jun 29 16:25

In a secluded position
Imagine a world where daughters were right
The sixty-second minute
Not that I'm exaggerating or anything 
At least one other series
Forging stronger links with sports teams
Will Ferrel
The only way is Game of Thrones
The History Society
National Adultery Week
A marathon in 3:06:32
Ginger Babies
Enthusiasm, Passion and a serious Commitment to learning
Virgin Mary
The last Merlot for 31 days
100 Poems by Women
Have you seen the Lego Movie?
Gherkin v Shard
Get High on Watch it!
Sun's Out, Guns Out
Oh My God have You seen Frozen
Good Housekeeping
The immaculate conception
Feminism and Disney in One
Fucking Hell What IS that Smell?

June Blast 66 Jun 29 10:45




June Blast 66 Jun 29 10:45

I am thinking of the land and sea, and how it relates, you know
A bit of a ruck
Suspicious going-on on Flat Holm
Hijab
His swiss Account
And as for Owen Bloody Sheers
The Tafia
It is a big conspiracy now: Cardiff, Abergavenny, London, New York
Yelling and yanking on Fifth Avenue
an execrable reputation for accuracy
The throbbing veins of my hands bullied my brain
This verbal assault slashed through my mind
my now cloudy and unappetising urine
the underpants - abominations - were an assault to my dignity
How much I love Amazon
This is what happens if you skive off English classes
Banned from Tesco, well...
Listening to Woman's Hour, keyboard girded
Big in a small part of Llanelli
Flying Saucer
A very strange light
Close to town, unfurnished
Tea, please
Leaving Camarthen
Big in a blog somewhere


Saturday, June 28, 2014

June Blast 65 Jun 28 18:00





June Blast 65 Jun 28 18:00

The sweet stench of danger
We were born green, hopeless
Reading tea-leaves, coffee-grinds
Two armies stood at stalemate, waiting ammunition 
There are always thin people
Blameless as the sun rising, as rain
If you could put me back together, thanks...
Parliament Hill
You lie like an Algerian's watch
Dumb as potatoes, fat as the night
I am slow but I am patient
There are people on the bridge
It will not do, it will not do
39 Tons of bananas
Vanilla women and endless nights
I may die in the next half-hour 
A kitten in the engine, purring
Auction
Page nine hundred and ninety-nine
The town is full of ancient men
The homicide days and suicide nights
Streets and sewers, beggars, thieves
A squat near Montmarte
I have been looking for a while
Budgies or Canaries
Brazil in the other room, Chile at 7/1

June Blast 64 Jun 28 09:10





June Blast 64 Jun 28 09:10

A congregation of whispered prayers
Surfing tears
Turn of the torch, feel the darkness
Glide
Incident in North Wales
All sorts of queer things happen
Khaki, red on Sundays
Cotton, buttons, needles, elastic
Men of Harlech
The Mayor in all his glory
Go for it, Ocean!
This is how we drown, by being on land
Surrounded at Dinas Mawdy
Camden is OK
The stink of diesel, the throb
When esses were effs
Chimney
Left, right, don't, think. Left, right, don't, think.
The smell of warm bread
All the King's gold
My friend who rings and pole-dances
unsteady
We are talking about the dead
A Lightkeeper
Now in a darkening room

June Blast 62 Jun 28 07:30





June Blast 62 Jun 28 07:30

I want sky, big sky, and a world that stretches
Do you see the angels?
And white horses, fabulous horses?
Switzerland
Climbing through pine feeling stupid
The faint murmur, far off, of water falling
Something delicious in her garden
We had to believe we were blessed
By that Bronte or the other one
No shadows today
Dvorak, Hovis
A New World
No one hurries
The old stumble but run in dreams
The day will come, the day will come, unless you die
Small anthems, the old men singing
Am I created in a dream?
To lazy to bother with death, he kept on breathing
Seaside cafes with misted windows
Faint hopes of love but exhilarating 
May and nevertheless freezing
The sheep eating grass on the cliff edge
Don't know there's a view
The box has been opened
It's in the public domain
My tribe called him friend and gave him meat
You did not come often enough
I walk the long way, through corn and meadow
Heading for chime and bustle
Marvelling at ourselves, lifted by the day
The forest shudders, black with heat
The view from the top of the tree
Red Kites
The coppice gate, the churchyard, the tolling bells


Friday, June 27, 2014

June Blast 61 Jun 27 09:40









June Blast 61 Jun 27 09:40



A city made of cotton and shit
A copy of Ambit, unread
And Chow-Mein in Chinatown, anything to delay
And in the end, let's face it, we're dead
Black Pepper, Cous-Cous, Aubergines
But the river, the river, it looked so cold
Dirty bikes, dog-shit, fish-wives screaming
Going to Thermopylae with an itching arse
How we fill with rust or sludge, it's all the same
I have no affection for my town
I used to think something would happen
I't a way of delay, but it will come anyway
Imagine someone digging up their tree, and quite unexpectedly, there's me!
Nature waits. It always wins
One second of unmade silence
Pimple
She had stopped her standing orders, ever neat
She tried the Tate and the V&A
She went to various bookshops, had coffee, looked at Big Ben
Sky dishes, tin-baths, Chinese brooms
That winter dawn, brown fog etc
The weather intruding into glass-walled rooms
These mind-forger manacles. Who was that?
We wake, hoping to say something
What if we all laid down in a pit and had time to talk before the dozers?
Where typewriters go to die
Why say, "Was it me?" Of course it's me.
Zeppelin

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

June Blast 58






June Blast 58 Jun 25 18:00

Enjoy more at Waitrose
Advantage Mrs Navratilova
If anything goes wrong, turn this handle
Stalybridge Junction
Cruising the Bay of Biscay
It can get complicated
My lover is an astronaut; I'm over the moon
Lips tasting of tears
Mr & Mrs, out on matching bikes
SELF-ASSESSMENT
If you still require love, Mr Smith will be along presently
There is something about Germans
Ltd.
I'm happier when I'm missing you
Football.
I shall write a famous story and be loved
Take me to Switzerland 
Breakfast arrived at eleven on the dot
This is my dismayed face
Blackbird
The bread is rising
That's the thing about short women
Stomach Acid
From the hill I saw a row of slated tenements
Waiting on a broken-down train
The reason Scarborough died

June Blast 57 Jun 25 10:40

June Blast 57 Jun 25 10:40

"Have a good trip, Tomkins?"
A bookkeeper in a German barrel factory
A few grave articles in learned reviews
A platoon of Chinese soldiers sheltered from the rain
And of course the pits at the edge of the forest
Bill is gone. Not a serious loss.
From Silesia
George here, pancake, over.
He is lucky that poetry pays so well
He knew nothing about books or barrels
He was twenty-eight, good-looking but too thin
His face seemed less tired
I am as well off as I could reasonably expect
I have been mostly among poets and artists
I have met some ladies and danced
I heard a bugle 
I imagine his wife darning socks
It has been an interesting life
June Blast 57 Jun 25 10:30
Making private jokes and laughing lightly
Many women smoke in public
Music Halls, Cinema, Theatre
Potatoes and Salt
Servants in our own homes
Shot for a piece of bread
The conceit of artists knows no bounds!
The English style of dancing is somewhat stiff
The Germans conserve nothing
The larger hotels have dinner dances now
The man had a good, honest face
There are secret schools
There is much hatred here
They are charmingly sophisticated and have perfected "disillusionment"
We climbed up a muddy bank
We got to the airfield hoping to get out to Hong Kong
White China shaving mugs filled with hot sweet tea

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

June Blast 56 Jun 24 18:07



June Blast 56 Jun 24 18:07

If you're asking me, I'd say go
The trees are blood-black, leaning
Beating in the brains of seal-pups
There is a difference between arriving and returning
You kissed my mouth
We waited watching cranes at sea
Tang
I was in a dark wood, screaming
Poop!
They sob, they choke, they cry
Marble
I fill myself up with others' words
The first time I died
Bite me!
15
Hold this gun a second
My darling daughter
I cannot remember being 18
That song n-n-n-n-nineteen
I look nothing like my identical twin
Blood on my boot
The difference between .177 and .22
Read me something
I would like to taste something sweet
25 is a half of 100

Monday, June 23, 2014

MORE PROMPTS

MORE PROMPTS

23/6/2014 15:42

A fine, big woman with red cheeks
PINK BALLOONS
Roads thick with refugees
TINSEL
A lumberjack shirt, stout trousers and long boots
CAKE!
A few small apples
LEMONADE
Come back in summer, when we have won this war.
PARTY HATS
Little, by little, he said, I am getting angry
WHISTLES, TOOTERS
Dead and empty
CRACKERS
We are here to save this country
GAMES
He had important work to do
PIN THE TAIL ON THE DONKEY
The old are bewildered, pitiful
POSTMAN'S KNOCK
Two buffaloes
KISS, KICK OR TORTURE
Once a pretty seaside village
TRUTH, DARE OR PROMISE
Shrouded in red dust
SARDINES
The doctors walk quickly through the wards
HIDE AND SEEK
We know what is best for you
CHOCOLATES
A benign climate and fertile soil
TRIFLE
The first shells pass over
JELLY AND BLANCMANGE
I practice my breathing
ORANGES AND LEMONS
Presently men entered the street and began sweeping
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
A dead mule, thin trails of human blood

BC Flash Blast-53

BC Flash Blast-53

11:45 Monday Jun 23

I love you. I thought I'd get that out of the way first.
It is late afternoon in November
A not-quite shabby hotel
It's as gloomy here as Indiana
Bed at four, dinner at eight
Most of the rooms are occupied by ladies living alone
They watch, they loathe, but there is no fear
A silver bomber idling about dropping leaflets
It seems to be foggy here all the time
A dead man with rope-soled shoes
The people are wonderful, calm
The Russkis seem to have learned a lot from their new friends
Why are you proud of me? I survive, that's all
I have managed to wangle a trip to the front.
Open up the place in Cuba and get drunk for me
It is dark for sixteen hours, then they take to the forest
I miss Sloppies
I have had lovely times walking in virgin snow
Goodnight, Dear Love, Sleep well
I shall not brutalise you with sticks or words
I am tired, Bongie
I admire these small, brave nations
Dead things are so empty, but horses make me cry
In Cuba they like their ladies fat
A Spanish waiter asked me where Finland was
is it wrong for me to be happy, so?