Thursday, 7 January 2010

I have no interest in what Radiohead are saying in their lyrics or what the extent of their emotions or misery might be. I am keen to extract pleasure from the guitars, electronics and arrangements, and make the whole thing meaningful by translating songs into my own world. paranoid android thus becomes a song about love.

Sunday, 22 November 2009

Dear Life President,
One more thing pertaining to the flower-straightening slam: I would of course be very pleased and honoured to have my collision shared with other connoisseurs. In the meantime I am working on retroactively redefining the accident as a piece of performance art thus rescuing it from the cliche of the drunken driver and the hit and run yada yada.
As ever, your humble conn'sir
expat Andrew

Monday, 12 October 2009

Marnix petulantly stood up from the tackle and shot his knee up though the opponent's chin, her head flying up ten metres into the air, a great gush of purple blood spouting from the stump.

Friday, 9 October 2009

it was a poem like a dog whistle, too high-pitched for most ears; 4 members of the audience assumed the begging position.

graffiti climbed off the walls and waited on streetcorners, spitting

Thursday, 8 October 2009

broomstick

"I'll hop on my bike", says H, who needs to come to the office to discuss something. Oh -key doe -key, sez I, so you're gonna hop on your ...(i nearly said BROOMSTICK!!! and H is not remotely witch-like; very nice woman etc)..bike

Hopping onto a bike / moped / horse is very tricky. HAVE YOU TRIED IT?

Monday, 5 October 2009

K1 zoekt K3
een half-pipe voor een mier is superklein, jongen

Sunday, 4 October 2009

she was small, fat
no actually
not so small, very tall, huge, a man, skinny

Wednesday, 23 September 2009

een half-pipe voor een mier is superklein, jongen

Monday, 7 September 2009

Boiling

Steam of consciousness

Wednesday, 26 August 2009

declining a request for exemption

Dear X

Ok, I understand your situation
but I shall have to decline your request
I'm afraid. Fluency or native speaker level
is not the issue.

We have had quite a few LS students with English
as their first language.
This is because the LS courses
are skills courses rather than general English courses.

Although being a native speaker
is a clear advantage,
presentation skills are not automatically acquired
with English fluency.

Regarding the issue of you now
being quite an expert at presenting,
I don't doubt that your need for the course
may be less now, given that you have done many presentations.

However, if we were to set a precedent
by allowing you an exemption
on this basis,
we would in effect invalidate all our courses;

the rule is that we only give exemptions
if someone has done an identical
or virtually identical course beforehand.
Making an exemption is unfair to other students

which is sort of what
"rules are rules"
(a rather empty-sounding phrase, granted)
implies.

I am happy to explain this in person
but I am not open
to negotiation
I'm afraid.

Monday, 24 August 2009

Anal Finishing School

It's a great honour to be able to address you on this occasion. I'm pleased to see so many familiar faces here. For the last three months I have been, shall we say, rather hard to reach, holed up in Galway working on a project. I have however found time to write a series of poems which I intend to publish as a sequence in the Spring. Here is the second in the sequence.

it is entitled:

Anal Finishing School

Thursday, 20 August 2009

Gazelle

Marnix has long legs, particularly the lower leg. It is an elegant leg, slightly inward twisted when he walks. A football mum (of Lars) said he ran like a gazelle. This I think referred to his bounce and lanky grace. It's a nice animal to be compared to.

I did some sets of press-ups at the outdoor skatepark, which is nothing like a park really. I put my feet on the bench. Although this put more pressure on my arms, it seemed less strenuous than normal, especially with regards to blood rushing to the head. There are no other animals that do press-ups.

Before leaving for the 'skate park' I told Willem I would be ready in 5 minutes. He placed an egg-timer clock in front of me of the kind that rings in a tinny way when time is up. I was ready 2 minutes before the 5 had elapsed. I twisted the dial to '0' but it didn't ring.

Mix-up

I mixed up my words and said to Willem, "I want to talk to some things about you."

Wednesday, 19 August 2009

Mystery

Where last night's dream of protestant gangsters in Brixton teaming up with skinheads from Queens came from is a mystery to me. They all lived in a house. I was allowed to see the room of one of the gangsters, with its iron grille window. He had some stereo equipment in it. Another gangster was educated.

Tuesday, 18 August 2009

Grains Moyens

Le couscous permet la réalisation de nombreuses recettes simples et savoureuses.

Monday, 17 August 2009

get up so I can kill you and cuss you

All the neighbours seemed to have walked to the back of their gardens to cough, on that mid-summer evening seasoned with screams from the ferris wheel.

Odd that, screams from a ferris wheel.

Danger

he was following a train of thought - a second train hurtled down the track and slammed into his back

Tuesday, 4 August 2009

5 summer questions

Why isn't my uncle in the Jackson Five?
Would I enjoy knutselen?
Would I refuse foie gras?
Will a lizard shed part of its tail to escape what it perceives as danger?
How long should a blog entry be to achieve a ruminative quality and at what point does it escape the character of a Twitter message?
What do the children impart to adults on holiday?
Can words have umami?
Which of these questions qualify as 'summer questions'?

Thursday, 23 July 2009

Inexplicable absence

I have been inexplicably absent from this weblog for a couple of weeks.