If I could, I would sleep all day and wake in the brilliant night Day expects too much Day expects grass to be green; the sky to be blue
Jack Effra was never aware of the voices. But they were everywhere: speaking about his walk in Londis in Milton Keynes, speaking about his taste for the continent in Cafe Rouge in Chiswick...
"You thought you'd be reunited with all the people you loved during your life on Earth? It's perfectly natural. Everybody does."
After breakfasting on Georgia on the kitchen table in Roehampton I checked my watch and then quickly redressed myself as I had to get back to Bushy Down and I was now late.
The towers fell A waterfall of layers Farted dark smoke Which travelled to corners or cul de sacs Bleeding like a mad wound Breaking skin and bones ripped Swallowed underground wonder
It's a gorgeous disease and she was looking at me with a glass brain shattered waiting Her dirty hands bleeding growing anorexic by the minute Let me baptize her with the blood of my sin
Mom said I was a wandering child and lucky to have survived my early years.
Being cut off from someone you love is like being on a sinking ship on a cruel sea with no lifeboat or land in sight
Each of his men and women is at least several men and women, and his lovers learn that we can never embrace any one person at a time, but only the whole of an incoherence, the cluster of voices and be