Monthly Archives: August 2008
FRUIT ON MY SHORES
I add another of my scribings from the hilltop sky verandah (full of spiders) which I was living in at Palm Beach for a while. The spiders definitely moved in for the scenery: my screenwriting friend, the fine Blake, and I held a good fiesta. Top hats, devilish black capes trimmed in velvet, ash and [...]
WORDS, WHO NEEDS THEM
And so now I present you with Henry’s discussion of writing and acting. I find it quite interesting, and I hope you will too. All the life’s a stage, and I am writing its frenetic scenes, I have realised. Line after line, word after word. I often just wish I could say: _____________ and you [...]
Big Long Open Gash
It strikes me that the word BLOG ought to be an abbreviation for something along the veins of Big Long Open Gash. I am giving you my wrists here, so that you can read what is written in the veins along them. I don’t want to tell you anything unnecessary in this B.L.O.G but parts [...]
Ummingbirds
I would like to involve Henry Miller in this B.L.O.Gash. I think he would enjoy being here to talk to you people, and not only me.
At the moment we are talking about stilled hummingbirds. At this second I am reminded of the lovely Daniel Auber’s image of an upside down hummingbird flying through the desert [...]
The Stillest I Have Ever Been
The morning is a mystery to me. It is the same with the rain falling. If it is raining, what is it? I guess you
in the morning must send imaginary letters to me because I wake up with them at my eyeballs, distant and sleep drowned, along with a maddened glance thrown from this other man, further [...]
I AM REPLACING EXTRAORDINARY