Kerouac’s London

Swatting flies and pushing prams on a smug London slither where they sell vegan burritos and bagels, and ‘soul food’ but it’s more jazz food all flash and frothy in golden baguettes like jazz man horns. A French tramp pushes a caydanlik under my nose, says it’s rum…

Allis Chalmers HD7

In September we start ploughing the fields. The farmer plonks me on a 40 year old Allis Chalmers crawler tractor model HD7 with steering clutches. Up and down those fields I go like a clockwork toy. By then I’m barely eating. I’m not sure why. I just lost…

Prague

Prague was a delight that we quickly swore we would revisit forevermore. We were wandering around the city in a sort of arty haze. Simone was into contrived composition. She plucked various components from our walk over a period of hours- a waft of mist rising from the river which…

silentium est aureum

In the Cambridgeshire fens, a couple speak, never has. But they make love every day in a hay barn next to his farm house. The only sound in the air is the sipping of tea and the munching of biscuits which follows their coupling- except perhaps for the occasional rustle…

mud god

He sleeps under the generous shade of a family of laurel shrubs, fishes in the lake and roams the land like Huckleberry Finn. When he spends enough time in direct sunlight, he froths up long poetic jams, or grabs anything to hand- twigs, leaves, grass, flowers and hurriedly, in a…

Blue -Strangelove2

The first glimpse of my love was out the back window of a car. After that I saw her everywhere: In sweet wrappers and kingfisher wings and wrapped around a full moon. She was blue. Not a woman, a colour. It shouldn’t be so but I could not stop…

sweetly deviating from the norm

He said ‘Formidable nightmares line the avenues of mind tract sweetly bent on narrowly missing the point. Wednesday can downplay any crisis although shun the gun and the gun bites back, except a gun doesn’t bite. It is you who bites the bullet it fires when half expected trouble…

notes on future roof top waltzes

Premise: For a short period I organized waltzes on roof tops around London. I thought it beautiful to be gliding around under the gaze of the moon. I planted posters advertising the event on lamp posts around the city. There were some hiccups as you’ll see below but I…