Zulu
Your eyes are my weather report
Winter in another country
We unmade love
We have visited such a man
Was that so terrible?
This life, this life!
This is where I want to live
There is a boy I know
The time of our songs and young men's throats
The speed of light is quite quick
The Board of Directors
Slow-roasted leg of lamb, fresh mint, sugar, vinegar
Slings and arrows
Rewinding the tape
Paining with stuff like toothpaste
Once, when I was in Belfast
November
Love, just for the sake of it.
Like one or other silver bell
Keep rowing
It is so lavish
Inside the wire, her heart outside
I loved her, she was quietly shop-soiled
HOT!
He suffers the enormous agonies of love
Grab every third one
Every time I catch a balloon
Dogs!
Bloop! Bloop! Bloop!
As I drown I will consider colours
Apples! Apples!
Air-Pocket
A beautiful blue
Monday, January 23, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Zane Grey
Thursday Prompts
(courtesy of Zane Grey, but wiggled)
A friendship that's offensive to your bishop
A peculiar quick movement
A wiving Mormon!
As if I were a rustler
Because I order it.
Coming out of the sage
Deny that or things will be grim
Dust drifted from under the cottonwoods
Fetch him, even if you have to rope him
Gentile
Halting in his slow walk
He has roused the enmity of the people
He stepped forward, partly concealing the man
Her house and seven thousand head.
I am not so much against that
I owe him my eternal gratitude
No welcome was in his greeting
A fine horse
Noise broke the afternoon quiet
Opposing the one, fighting the other
Quiet pastoral days
Rioting blood in his neck
Shaggy, dusty horses
She owned all the land and most of the cottages
Something deep and sinister
The blue flame of defiance
The churchmen were coming
The guarded walk of a man who took no chances
The lean, sun-browned riders
The lengthening light of afternoon
The light in his face
A good name in the cottonwoods
The long habits of obedience
The low swell of the prairie
The old stone house
The ragged clothes of an outcast
The sharp clip-clop of iron-clad hoofs
The water that was the village
The wild purple
There might ride a fearless man
There were seven, their leader called Tull
Thoughtful and almost sad
Thousands of cattle
A horseman silhouetted against the sky
Two black-butted guns
Unobserved until close at hand
We have reasoned with you.
Wearing black leather
With dreamy and troubled eyes
You hound me.
(courtesy of Zane Grey, but wiggled)
A friendship that's offensive to your bishop
A peculiar quick movement
A wiving Mormon!
As if I were a rustler
Because I order it.
Coming out of the sage
Deny that or things will be grim
Dust drifted from under the cottonwoods
Fetch him, even if you have to rope him
Gentile
Halting in his slow walk
He has roused the enmity of the people
He stepped forward, partly concealing the man
Her house and seven thousand head.
I am not so much against that
I owe him my eternal gratitude
No welcome was in his greeting
A fine horse
Noise broke the afternoon quiet
Opposing the one, fighting the other
Quiet pastoral days
Rioting blood in his neck
Shaggy, dusty horses
She owned all the land and most of the cottages
Something deep and sinister
The blue flame of defiance
The churchmen were coming
The guarded walk of a man who took no chances
The lean, sun-browned riders
The lengthening light of afternoon
The light in his face
A good name in the cottonwoods
The long habits of obedience
The low swell of the prairie
The old stone house
The ragged clothes of an outcast
The sharp clip-clop of iron-clad hoofs
The water that was the village
The wild purple
There might ride a fearless man
There were seven, their leader called Tull
Thoughtful and almost sad
Thousands of cattle
A horseman silhouetted against the sky
Two black-butted guns
Unobserved until close at hand
We have reasoned with you.
Wearing black leather
With dreamy and troubled eyes
You hound me.
Monday, January 16, 2012
2300 Prompts
01 The route in emergencies
02 An eel I think
03 I would say that there are people that don't
04 A bit difficult to watch
05 Steam from their nostrils, but finally we stop
06 A Royal Ship
07 Two or three rooms, an entire family
08 Lift the spirit in difficult times
09 Continue, or start again, I don't mind
10 Let's debate it
11 The horses eager to drink
12 Conditions were pretty grim
13 It was not many feet from the door to the barn
14 Not no, at least not quite
15 There wasn't the pill then, and men didn't like condoms
16 A kind of dark ability
17 The language was strange
18 I hasten to add I wasn't there
19 A time of high employment, good wages
20 She closed it after him and slid across the bolt
21 Looking at the Night Sky
22 Humour yes, but suffering
23 How expensive will it be?
24 Things have moved on, I'd say
02 An eel I think
03 I would say that there are people that don't
04 A bit difficult to watch
05 Steam from their nostrils, but finally we stop
06 A Royal Ship
07 Two or three rooms, an entire family
08 Lift the spirit in difficult times
09 Continue, or start again, I don't mind
10 Let's debate it
11 The horses eager to drink
12 Conditions were pretty grim
13 It was not many feet from the door to the barn
14 Not no, at least not quite
15 There wasn't the pill then, and men didn't like condoms
16 A kind of dark ability
17 The language was strange
18 I hasten to add I wasn't there
19 A time of high employment, good wages
20 She closed it after him and slid across the bolt
21 Looking at the Night Sky
22 Humour yes, but suffering
23 How expensive will it be?
24 Things have moved on, I'd say
21;30 Flash Blast Session
01 It's a pretty sort of disease
02 Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
03 Blenkinsop & Brown, Solicitors of a kind
04 Which wine, or should it be champagne?
05 Twenty-One Today!
06 Give me funny
07 Gold and Silver
08 Nothing here moves, nothing changes
09 Crisp white sheets, cocoa
10 He took his fear in his hand and chucked it
11 Like Christmas ornaments
12 Happy
13 We could drive across the state and stare at waterfalls
14 Yes! Yes! Yes!
15 Let's barricade the doors and fuck like bunnies
16 How Mam tucked me in so tight, so tight, so delicious
17 Glitter
18 I won't be good to start but I do learn quickly
19 Something light like chicken
20 Until we're sore with it and need cream
21 Pillows fluffed, and aerosol
22 I like how your face is lit, a light inside
23 Candles lit, it seems to change the mood
24 I love your elbows and your knees
Compressed in the moment of death
Those not allowed to die
Arms at his side, he fell
02 Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
03 Blenkinsop & Brown, Solicitors of a kind
04 Which wine, or should it be champagne?
05 Twenty-One Today!
06 Give me funny
07 Gold and Silver
08 Nothing here moves, nothing changes
09 Crisp white sheets, cocoa
10 He took his fear in his hand and chucked it
11 Like Christmas ornaments
12 Happy
13 We could drive across the state and stare at waterfalls
14 Yes! Yes! Yes!
15 Let's barricade the doors and fuck like bunnies
16 How Mam tucked me in so tight, so tight, so delicious
17 Glitter
18 I won't be good to start but I do learn quickly
19 Something light like chicken
20 Until we're sore with it and need cream
21 Pillows fluffed, and aerosol
22 I like how your face is lit, a light inside
23 Candles lit, it seems to change the mood
24 I love your elbows and your knees
Compressed in the moment of death
Those not allowed to die
Arms at his side, he fell
20:15 Third Prompt Set
20:15 (16 Jan) Third set of Flash Blast Prompts
01 The moon speaks, he listens
02 Sea creatures crawling, still alive
03 He close the lid, a firm click
04 Khaki
05 Twice a day I went there; like a priest
06 And two other things
07 The sounds of the island coming to rest
08 I am the thread that holds his sword
09 All day I waited, shifting on my feet
10 A negro cleaning shoes
11 It was morning or was evening
12 Blinded by rain
13 She says she's meeting Diana
14 I doubt I will ever speak
15 Stones, green with slime and a memory
16 They say a poet drown near here
17 NURSE
18 Tides and moons, the weight of almanacs
19 Blacker
20 I count the stripes not caring for the stars
21 Heavy
22 A heartbeat in the pool, breath in water
23 A great expanse of muscle
24 Calvary
01 The moon speaks, he listens
02 Sea creatures crawling, still alive
03 He close the lid, a firm click
04 Khaki
05 Twice a day I went there; like a priest
06 And two other things
07 The sounds of the island coming to rest
08 I am the thread that holds his sword
09 All day I waited, shifting on my feet
10 A negro cleaning shoes
11 It was morning or was evening
12 Blinded by rain
13 She says she's meeting Diana
14 I doubt I will ever speak
15 Stones, green with slime and a memory
16 They say a poet drown near here
17 NURSE
18 Tides and moons, the weight of almanacs
19 Blacker
20 I count the stripes not caring for the stars
21 Heavy
22 A heartbeat in the pool, breath in water
23 A great expanse of muscle
24 Calvary
Monday Blast II
1 Other than that, a pleasant cruise
2 Twins: Alike but not alike
3 Reading the Daily Mail
4 Martin in Windsor
5 We would like to hear your experiences
6 Strictly on form
7 Yes of course they fuck you up
8 He spent a week in August, Bridlington
9 A bucket full of god-ends
10 A thousand and seven copies of "Health & Efficiency"
11 Flowered curtains faded and frayed
12 His ears stuffed with cotton-wool
13 I was late getting away
14 She stole an ice-cream van and ran.
15 Outside, a long thin building-plot
16 In the interest of those less fortunate
17 A tiny PING!
18 Perhaps he deserved more. He didn't deserve that
19 Men with fat leather belts
20 Nothing like that would ever happen here
21 He came out even
22 Four Aways, Nine homes, forget the Treble-Chance
23 His bed, his chair, the miserable bulb
24 This is how we measure lives, or how they shape
2 Twins: Alike but not alike
3 Reading the Daily Mail
4 Martin in Windsor
5 We would like to hear your experiences
6 Strictly on form
7 Yes of course they fuck you up
8 He spent a week in August, Bridlington
9 A bucket full of god-ends
10 A thousand and seven copies of "Health & Efficiency"
11 Flowered curtains faded and frayed
12 His ears stuffed with cotton-wool
13 I was late getting away
14 She stole an ice-cream van and ran.
15 Outside, a long thin building-plot
16 In the interest of those less fortunate
17 A tiny PING!
18 Perhaps he deserved more. He didn't deserve that
19 Men with fat leather belts
20 Nothing like that would ever happen here
21 He came out even
22 Four Aways, Nine homes, forget the Treble-Chance
23 His bed, his chair, the miserable bulb
24 This is how we measure lives, or how they shape
Monday Blast Prompt-Set I (17:45)
An arresting face, perfectly symmetrical
An empty rocker on a porch that creaks at night
And invite the queen
Blue sky to the south but elsewhere dark
Flesh Fish and Wine
Gone With the Wind
He takes the breadknife and smiles
I am sick of waiting to die!
I cannot describe his eyes
I drill a hole in the mountain and then
I should have stood up and said it was me
Late at night, secretly eating
I think of you again, I just can't help it
Marching songs and other such tricks
In less than an hour, when this is over
Like a Russian shot-putter
Long grey hair to his shoulder
Of twisted trees and pain
Philip can come too, anyone
She had her mother's delicacy but her father's acid wit
She was not beautiful but we thought she was
She was under no illusions about him
So he laid siege to her, for however long it took
Some people think I can fly
Sweet memories, occasionally real
The boy is on a bike, the hill is steep
The dog emaciated
The heroism of tiny mammals
The teacher repeats it
Two fingers
We'll spend it all in one extravaganza
What about your God now?
Write 100 times...
A man stood swaying outside a decrepit restaurant
A ripe peach
A room stinking of excrement
We decide to have a party
The children won't come down
The sweet flesh of a baby pig
Why hadn't you thought of this before?
An empty rocker on a porch that creaks at night
And invite the queen
Blue sky to the south but elsewhere dark
Flesh Fish and Wine
Gone With the Wind
He takes the breadknife and smiles
I am sick of waiting to die!
I cannot describe his eyes
I drill a hole in the mountain and then
I should have stood up and said it was me
Late at night, secretly eating
I think of you again, I just can't help it
Marching songs and other such tricks
In less than an hour, when this is over
Like a Russian shot-putter
Long grey hair to his shoulder
Of twisted trees and pain
Philip can come too, anyone
She had her mother's delicacy but her father's acid wit
She was not beautiful but we thought she was
She was under no illusions about him
So he laid siege to her, for however long it took
Some people think I can fly
Sweet memories, occasionally real
The boy is on a bike, the hill is steep
The dog emaciated
The heroism of tiny mammals
The teacher repeats it
Two fingers
We'll spend it all in one extravaganza
What about your God now?
Write 100 times...
A man stood swaying outside a decrepit restaurant
A ripe peach
A room stinking of excrement
We decide to have a party
The children won't come down
The sweet flesh of a baby pig
Why hadn't you thought of this before?
1-2-3 GO!!
15 Minute Warning
First Flash of Monday Night's BC Flash-Blast in 15 Minutes
Come and join us in BC for an evening
It'll be a blast
(Boom-Boom)
First Flash of Monday Night's BC Flash-Blast in 15 Minutes
Come and join us in BC for an evening
It'll be a blast
(Boom-Boom)
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Sunday Prompts II
A strange experience on an aeroplane
After, Tom and the boys at the gate
Are you interested in playing basketball?
Blood Donation session
Happy Write-Day!
He had become a socialist
He took the remark as an invitation
I caught her eye, and knew she was pregnant
I closed my eyes and held on
I felt so terribly, terribly guilty
I found myself praying to a God
I have been so afraid of dying
I try to make my peace
I was on my way to Denver
It was very physical, like all my body felt it
Just let the baby live, let it live
On Lower Farm
Perhaps a tyre would burst
Private & Confidential
Professional to the end
She did not seem awkward
She held in all but one tear
Sometimes, in return she would tell about herself
The Beauty Treatment
The Egyptian Lottery
The Lion King
The steward had been pretty
This might, or might not be the end
We would be his assistants
After, Tom and the boys at the gate
Are you interested in playing basketball?
Blood Donation session
Happy Write-Day!
He had become a socialist
He took the remark as an invitation
I caught her eye, and knew she was pregnant
I closed my eyes and held on
I felt so terribly, terribly guilty
I found myself praying to a God
I have been so afraid of dying
I try to make my peace
I was on my way to Denver
It was very physical, like all my body felt it
Just let the baby live, let it live
On Lower Farm
Perhaps a tyre would burst
Private & Confidential
Professional to the end
She did not seem awkward
She held in all but one tear
Sometimes, in return she would tell about herself
The Beauty Treatment
The Egyptian Lottery
The Lion King
The steward had been pretty
This might, or might not be the end
We would be his assistants
Sunday Prompts I
Waiting for the evening
NUTMEG
She rises from her dressing table
BLOSSOM
One eye a black line, one eye undone
VINEGAR
Afternoon crosses the street
ZANZIBAR
Gramophone
Round About a Pound a Week
The buzz of a fly
Perfuming sliding down a wall
Renaissance
A core of light, fading
Making Cabbage Soup
The sighs, the voices
Chaotic Angels
The Best Double-Glazing!!
Black Rain
This Week, for Three Days Only!
Please note that it may be necessary to -
Burning Down the House
In Parenthesis
On the Road
The Letters of Ted Hughes
NUTMEG
She rises from her dressing table
BLOSSOM
One eye a black line, one eye undone
VINEGAR
Afternoon crosses the street
ZANZIBAR
Gramophone
Round About a Pound a Week
The buzz of a fly
Perfuming sliding down a wall
Renaissance
A core of light, fading
Making Cabbage Soup
The sighs, the voices
Chaotic Angels
The Best Double-Glazing!!
Black Rain
This Week, for Three Days Only!
Please note that it may be necessary to -
Burning Down the House
In Parenthesis
On the Road
The Letters of Ted Hughes
Friday, January 13, 2012
Friday 13th Prompts
PROMPTS, FRIDAY 13TH JANUARY
Mam, hello, is it all right if me and Cathy?
Or seeing children die, pretend it's all a laugh
Second, distract the women
Some buyers do not know their books
The first time it went in
The goldfish is guilty by association
They are printing low-fat books
They have taken him for questioning
This night is different, smell!
This particular monkey is ironic
This train, that night, a man with a knife
When happy I will teach you how to sing
When sad I will make you cut your wrists
You can slit the throats of guards, that's fairly easy
You will stumble and fall skywards never landing
A girl on the telly with two pussies
A rubber ball, bouncing, step after step after step
And bees enraged attack and you refuse to hurt
Archangel, Cornelius, Gage
At the lock gates, fish so tight the water's silver
But know the cover and regurgitate the blurb
Finally, the dogs quiet down
First, pacify the dogs
God decides who floats
Have heard a lot of rumours, and some feels true
I am the bug that will eat you alive
I am the library virus
I am trying to fly and failing badly
I drank the North and ate the East but left the South for later
I have made a pair of trousers from a bin-bag
I hide under adverbs and linger in your shades
I was once a piston-engine, but now I am a jet
I will send the boys around
I will still know you when you think you've found the exit
I would like to shit like a three-toed sloth
I'm from the comprehensive down the road
If on a summer's day, this bloke
It was sweet and light and warm
It was the cat although the dog is implicated
Leave if you must, but some of us are staying
Let's go for a lighter tone. Laugh!
Like, say, closing our eyes and pushing in an arm
Mam, hello, is it all right if me and Cathy?
Or seeing children die, pretend it's all a laugh
Second, distract the women
Some buyers do not know their books
The first time it went in
The goldfish is guilty by association
They are printing low-fat books
They have taken him for questioning
This night is different, smell!
This particular monkey is ironic
This train, that night, a man with a knife
When happy I will teach you how to sing
When sad I will make you cut your wrists
You can slit the throats of guards, that's fairly easy
You will stumble and fall skywards never landing
A girl on the telly with two pussies
A rubber ball, bouncing, step after step after step
And bees enraged attack and you refuse to hurt
Archangel, Cornelius, Gage
At the lock gates, fish so tight the water's silver
But know the cover and regurgitate the blurb
Finally, the dogs quiet down
First, pacify the dogs
God decides who floats
Have heard a lot of rumours, and some feels true
I am the bug that will eat you alive
I am the library virus
I am trying to fly and failing badly
I drank the North and ate the East but left the South for later
I have made a pair of trousers from a bin-bag
I hide under adverbs and linger in your shades
I was once a piston-engine, but now I am a jet
I will send the boys around
I will still know you when you think you've found the exit
I would like to shit like a three-toed sloth
I'm from the comprehensive down the road
If on a summer's day, this bloke
It was sweet and light and warm
It was the cat although the dog is implicated
Leave if you must, but some of us are staying
Let's go for a lighter tone. Laugh!
Like, say, closing our eyes and pushing in an arm
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Thursday Prompts
18 Years old and well over six feet
A disagreeable experience
A great deal has happened one way or another
A great deal of ceremonial undressing
A true treasure
Barely tuppence
Bobby worked there in a small office
Bread is staple
But the precise circumstances are unknown
By writers, speakers, preachers
cross examinations and undercurrents
From different tribes
He said I didn't understand the blacks
I am having a nice time at the zoo
I cannot bear to send it to you
I dream of houses falling down
I loved Denis
I wish you lived closer
Peace, Space
Perhaps it will be as well here to repeat my statement
Seven children born and six survive
Suburban gardens and straight white paths
The enmity was ancient and entrenched
The experienced housewives fare better
The house was visited in July
The Inland Revenue
The remarkable thing about these budgets
There was a president and a king
They sometimes fail to pay the rent
Virtually dead, but not
Voodoo is just a part of it
Was it like that for you?
We are finally in Devon
What an insane thought!
When it comes to the pinch
When the man is at home
With a scraping of margarine and jam
I'm hoping Frank will take me on
I'm sending you every thing I've written
If he is a sober, steady man
It is cheap and they appear to like it
It was like any other Sunday in the capital
Last year was a sort of death march
Meat brought up for the men
Obviously, it differs between families
A disagreeable experience
A great deal has happened one way or another
A great deal of ceremonial undressing
A true treasure
Barely tuppence
Bobby worked there in a small office
Bread is staple
But the precise circumstances are unknown
By writers, speakers, preachers
cross examinations and undercurrents
From different tribes
He said I didn't understand the blacks
I am having a nice time at the zoo
I cannot bear to send it to you
I dream of houses falling down
I loved Denis
I wish you lived closer
Peace, Space
Perhaps it will be as well here to repeat my statement
Seven children born and six survive
Suburban gardens and straight white paths
The enmity was ancient and entrenched
The experienced housewives fare better
The house was visited in July
The Inland Revenue
The remarkable thing about these budgets
There was a president and a king
They sometimes fail to pay the rent
Virtually dead, but not
Voodoo is just a part of it
Was it like that for you?
We are finally in Devon
What an insane thought!
When it comes to the pinch
When the man is at home
With a scraping of margarine and jam
I'm hoping Frank will take me on
I'm sending you every thing I've written
If he is a sober, steady man
It is cheap and they appear to like it
It was like any other Sunday in the capital
Last year was a sort of death march
Meat brought up for the men
Obviously, it differs between families
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Wednesday Prompts
I have no great news, which is bad news
A swish of air
Anything is possible
Are you still looting?
No, considerably thinner.
as the fruit drops from the tree
before that happens
But for now, yes, there is wire
but it sounds like a sigh
Crack the whip, darling
Did you expect less of a reaction?
During the time I have been writing this letter
Every now and then
Everything is bare
Frighteningly berserk
He may have gone by the name Cinch or Finch
I have been counting the sighs
I have heard the soft sound
I listen for that falling
If it gets any bigger it will start eating men
And through the leaves
If this doesn't reach you in Caracas, they have moved Venezuela
In the back yard
It has still not been decided
It may not be a sigh
My wrists are sore!
of an apple hitting the earth
Pa is thinking of buying a Bugatti
Pretty conventional all told
Since I started to write to you there have been eighteen
The apples are mostly green and wormy
The apples have been falling to the ground
There is a gasp
There may be others, we don't know yet
though it does not reflect my mood
Though it has little to do with me
Translated from Latin and Greek
We do not spray the tree
We would prefer an open society
Writing a sentence
A swish of air
Anything is possible
Are you still looting?
No, considerably thinner.
as the fruit drops from the tree
before that happens
But for now, yes, there is wire
but it sounds like a sigh
Crack the whip, darling
Did you expect less of a reaction?
During the time I have been writing this letter
Every now and then
Everything is bare
Frighteningly berserk
He may have gone by the name Cinch or Finch
I have been counting the sighs
I have heard the soft sound
I listen for that falling
If it gets any bigger it will start eating men
And through the leaves
If this doesn't reach you in Caracas, they have moved Venezuela
In the back yard
It has still not been decided
It may not be a sigh
My wrists are sore!
of an apple hitting the earth
Pa is thinking of buying a Bugatti
Pretty conventional all told
Since I started to write to you there have been eighteen
The apples are mostly green and wormy
The apples have been falling to the ground
There is a gasp
There may be others, we don't know yet
though it does not reflect my mood
Though it has little to do with me
Translated from Latin and Greek
We do not spray the tree
We would prefer an open society
Writing a sentence
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