Someone says: "I want to stab the art world in the eye.
The party is full. People crush around me. I am sick.
"He'd never eaten polenta, says someone else.
A person DJs at the end of the room. A young woman with braided hair talks about travelling in Thailand.
I shouldn't be here.
Outside, the air smells of sulphur, flame spouts from the chemical works by the river. Two people stand by the door to the flat; one says 'where did you get your trainers?'. The other says 'Reykjavik'.
Like a black sun, The Millennium Dome crests the horizon.
I smile at tall woman wearing a Patti Smith T-shirt. She smiles, coal-dusting of stubble on her pale chin, heavy groin in tight jeans suddenly evident.
I smile back.
I am so thin my bones ache. I smoke another cigarette
I have not slept for days.
Everything is slippery, eluding me. I see myself tumbling through space, alone.
I wanted to escape into art to forget dead mothers and cold fathers but I lost my way.
I dream of strong hands, lifting me out.
People watch me as if I am a burning building.
I can't catch my breath anymore.
Comments
RTavs | May 9, 2007 - 20:09
this is fabulous.
i love the language, the scene, everything.
penandpaperdreams | March 22, 2010 - 22:57
I jumbled the tracks up when reading them and this one ended up being the last - and I am so pleased. I've come to the conclusion that your mix tape is so good you can go through it anyway you want and it'll always be brilliant.
Favourite tracks are this one, Knife Slits Water and the one about the bingo hall. You amaze me how you can set such a grand picture with so few words, just genius.
I've loved this tape and can't wait to read more of your work.
Please feel free to let me know what you think of any of mine!
Rachel xx