Memory Clouds . . . the most benign symptom (Roland Barthes) memory clouds, as the say, feedon mountains, endlesshover that dwells, or dwelledelsewhere, and yeahbehold a punctured tyre, nightfeet acrossswollen floorboards, eachperception divides itself intoearth and air. In the theatreof crashing streets there is: a ladder of bird feathers children mock smoking with brokentwigs a…

Went to a club last Thursday with my friend Andrew. My friend is 30 and they wanted his id. He was visiting Poland and did not bring his id to the club. I have never shown id in a Polish club before. There was a bit of an argument with the bouncer but nothing serious.…

Detergents force out dirt and foam makes something out of nothing. Foam is the spirituality of luxury. The emperor’s new clothes are a reflexive lyric of the bodysoul. The washing machine is a house of memory and clothes are washed in epistemological soap bubbles. Lost socks for a new medium. Music hall of tumbling cycles.…

I have been thinking about old patterns. In marriage therapy towards the end of my marriage I realised I needed to be more assertive. To tell my wife no sometimes. To take on more “masculine” traits in terms of being decisive and a bit less open etc. I believe in freedom. I hate jealousy. it…

I did not teach today. It helped. I cleared a space for thinking and writing and reading. I am taking an 8 hour train to Gdansk tomorrow morning. I will need to find bananas before departing. I read some of Clayton Eshleman’s Companion Spider on Google reader. It inspired me to order some books. I…

Auspicious Wanderings Auspicious Wanderings a lemmon seed floats in my milkauspicious wedding rings fall into drainpipesshadows stick to the branchescigarette butts smell like rotten peanuts Irish flem leaves my throat recovery is only partially responsible I might dance spermatic tissues block the heating ventsas an answer mercy swallows the cat’s tonguethe story of our masks…

performing childhood is something elsewhere light is a lonesome hymntouching commits to memoryrhetorical proof in perpetual motionlove’s unbroken compositionapproaching the furthest moonsalvation among the borders of civilisationso tonight the gaps are graced migration to memory inside the praxis of livinga mongrel shake-downon the milk-stained carpet

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Katowice is the city of mud. The Polish just throw a shit load of dirt on snow maybe to save money on salt and when it melts it mixes with the coal grime and it is just one big mess. Slipping and sliding in mud all over the city . . .

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still recovering. zofia got me a new shirt. dig it.

got back to poland last night. fantastic new year’s eve party at Spencer Pub in Katowice. Lots and lots of wine and food and dancing. Now I have a serious hangover. it is 1:30PM. I am going back to bed :-)