Archive for December, 2007
Darling.
This guy, he is tall. He is broad and chunky. He wears a long leather coat, right down to his knees. He has long hair which he sweeps back from his face occasionally with one enormous hand. Each knuckle is three times the size of one of mine. He walks with a swagger, making way [...]
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Interview
The stillness, as a Chinese jar still
Moves perpetually in its stillness
T.S. Elliot
(This is a tiny part of the poem they forbade me from taking as a souvenir. Only my version was crazily annotated.)
I like to think I dazzled the interviewers with my shiny nervous exuberance and my icy cold handshake, firm against the odds.The snootiest [...]
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Eggy-egg dance
We looked to the salad shelf our mother had been pointing to when she’d said, that’s new! They’ve only had that for a few days!
What? We asked, the rocket leaves?
The tinned music, she answered. Turns out she’d been pointing at the speakers above the salad shelf. Chrisie hop-skipped over to the iceberg lettuces.
What’s that, [...]
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Little brother
Get a car soon, okay? he begs me from his swivel chair, so you can take me places they won’t let me go to, or when daddy won’t get out bed to drive me.
Okay, I tell him, I’m working on it. His yellow Sex Pistols poster towers menacingly over me, bluetacked to the [...]
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The reasoning, cynical little part of me is extremely blasé, just as I was when sitting on that sofa all those months ago carrying on full of drunken wisdom and big ideas. Society teaches me to cry when I should instead shrug at things that, in the grand scheme of everything in the world, would [...]
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Plätzchen
Christmas arrived this morning with a parcel on the doorstep packed full of Oma’s homemade Christmas Plätzchen and German Edel-marzipan and Honigwaffeln and Rittersport and Hanuta and Lebkuchen. The Plätzchen are strictly rationed, the rest have been well-disguised and hidden in some top-secret location by my mother to prevent the Inevitable Fate Of The Visible [...]
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A snortle of hilarity
Something is eating all the hours of my day. I think it might be the computer. Or possibly the gym. My crisis of the physique was kindly quashed for at least an hour by the mysterious girl from one of my classes.
She said as I huddled over the radiator with my wet jeans clinging soggily [...]
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The ‘lovies’
What a way, he sighed theatrically after his performance with a pint of bitter in one hand, to make a living! He tugged at his moustache, less peppered with grey than invaded by it. I spent a few seconds wondering what colour it had once been.
Last year it was the sideburns. D’ya remember? Do ya?! [...]
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