"Silence is Golden" - T-Shirt slogan bearing the face of Deryk Kokzynski
"Old Lurk. The city all cities dream of. The Somnambulopolis. The nowhere town."
Tuesday, 7 February 2012
Saturday, 4 February 2012
The Dirty - Part Two
"Would you pull a trigger to create Eden?" - Deryk Kokzynski
I have been out here a month now & the metallic weather continues to drone & howl. I cannot remember the last time I saw the bloody sun dripping in all its glory. Black sky mood. Not even a shaft of lightness filtered through stern clouds like those damned glow-trees in fog.
Tuesday, 31 January 2012
The Dirty - Part One
“There is great disorder under heaven ... the situation is excellent.” - Mao Zedong
There is a right gale outside.
A veritable hurricane for this neck of The Somnambulopolis. The shimmering trees lining the street are bending & leaves spiral down into showers of fallen comets at the end of the world that block up gutters. I stare out through the small misshapen wooden framed windows of this ragged apartment
Monday, 5 September 2011
Sunday, 4 September 2011
Friday, 12 August 2011
One Feral Night
“That's another fine mess ...”
(Switch it on!)
I looked to the east over the smoke clouds billowing from the charred guts of once-mighty skyscrapers & habitation blocs. Various scattered blackened vehicles were strewn hither & yon, looking like beetles in the aftermath of a forest fire. Their drivers were long gone, if they knew what was good for them, sheltering from the feral storm that had driven through The Somnambulopolis. The sun rose stealthily, creeping wide-eyed & open-mouthed, itself shocked at the ferocity of the moon's vigil.
I knew how he felt.
Saturday, 16 July 2011
Ragnarok N Roll
“ … 1, 0! … Geddit? “
Information. Goddamn'd information. That's what it's all about, me ol' china. Everything. Reality. Qubits. Zero & one, not standing defined, not staid, not solid but that holy whole hole zero being endlessly fucked (optimism) or raped (pessimism) by an erect & phallic one. A super-positional orgy.
Reality is the divine come-face.
A wanking divinity at war with itself. Atum endlessly tugging the multi-verse into being.
Well, we all have our quirks, don't we?
Our little foibles.
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