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National Library of Wales, 28/7/23 -

Ascending the steps to the National Library of Wales is a sweet joy of memory. We eat the sweet cuboid cake that is piped like an iced gem (the raspberry one). A train toots. A man sneezes. The lady brings us our books, thank you. Biblical atlases beckon from index cards. I make notes in my phone to tell you after the studious hours have been served. The table is the colour of terracotta. The seats are quite soft. Your back can be straight. You can get a cup of coffee or a cola. A bite of panini, all griddled like mackerel. Children cook in the play pen. The book is a portal to pea-soup Horse Hospital. The town is before us. There are 4 shell clocks and a plate of good chips. Sips from the beakers, I like all of your 'sneakers', metal circles seat us, under trees near the car-park. Your car was my favourite, your car was my favourite. 

G. G., 9/5/23 -

'Thanks sweetart'. A silver cross blesses the ocean as Jimmy Somerville sings of escape in a wooden bar, run run run. x.

Walter Benjamin is in Cardiff's Arcades with a bat in his pockette, 30/4/23 -

S.S. Prawer writes _World Literature and Karl Marx_ as Scoot observes in the Arcades of Benjamin's Cardiff. Years ago, it was new year. At a deli, it is suddenly Vienna, and Karl Marx is in there with Angels speaking about word-music and models and metaphors and Mozart, mm. Elsewhere, Lorca's house lies upstairs with palm-trees and storm-lamps. Elsewhere, there is a geometric door the shape of a pentagon-or-similar (to draw hair like that, on a tea-towel). A candle-tree provides a point of psychogeographical threshold, between Commerce Realm and Knowledge Realm. Thankfully, the University of Cardiff will supply the words of Vincent Kauffman on Guy Debord - hurray. Hurry. Why not Instagram? Egg coffee against dark tourism. Level F PN44.5.B1, Level F HX39.5.P9 - the joy of shelves. A Roxy t-shirt. Lizzo's of course got a Fantasy Bag (ezzackli). To wave by an escalator. Machiavelli said go to war. Possible rendezvous, see ya boys.

Wetherspoons Aberystwyth, 2/5/23 -

The dalmatians are shaped like tables. Ffs this poor girl, 'that's called sacrifice'. To keep the girl and her brother going. FFS. Yes, listening and listening. How would _you_ feel. 'Imagine going to uni a place like this'. Obtain the snow-pictures, blotch-blotch. 'Hope yer do well in yer sperling test'. Ed Byrne likes Sauvingon Blanc.

Cafe Nero Aberystwyth, 3/5/23 - 

'It's got hints of honey, tropical fruits, and almonds and it's grown on the side of a volcano'; the poster-coffee, pin-up coffee, is pushed on the masses. A lady called C----- has white bees on her white shoesies and a white dog on her lap, her hair is blue. She feeds her dog some apricot pastry and says Love is Hard Work. The sacred, the profane. Peripheral reading. A portrait of Mary Magdalene washing the feet of Jesus. 'Churlish'.

Fresh Crepes Crempogau ffres, 28/4/23 - 

You have great new hair you're all grown up now, a perfect mullet forget them! A black and white tiled floor screams Peter Greenaway, and there's big fat ciné posters like in your old Regal Red. Lavendars blue, they look wizened and type into their phones, together. The honey is _green_! Beautiful people seem to come here. But everyone is beautiful (but you know what I mean). For a small moment I remember that I hope there is much more time (

Spoons Aberystwyth, 27/4/10 -

A man in spoons Aberystwyth has a fake black pug-or-something- dog and it barks when he presses a button. It sits on the top of a booth-table (the ones on the right with the plugs that charge laptops looking out over the rail-tracks). He looks about for laughs at the bark; I look of course and laugh too. I take my hat off thinking that it might stop a fight. Does wearing skirts increase the chance of an argument? They are eating toast.

Bristol, 23/4/23 -

Corner Café, colourful flowers in troughs outside a Language Café. There had been cowslips on roundabouts, and blossom in a royalist pit-stop watering hole. Pigs with flashing eyes gaze out of a postcard, a French couple drink white wine and eat 'mushroom'-coloured mushrooms on toast. To cry at windows. A white skirt. A blue canteen. There are skulls in a book-shop and monsters in the river, and peanuts in a cup, and raindrops on laptops and paper, mm. Shards of wood are rafters to rain. The corner is missed; it doesn't matter. The olives are large. The spinach is greasy. The Daim bar snaps. The books are on shelves. I will write you a manifesto. I will save you a seat. I will walk quickly with you eating chips and feel confused and hurried. I will cook the apples. I will beat the eggs. I will observe the tree-lights. I will forget about some things. I will remember some things. I will not say everything. I will say most things. To break chips on plates (bowls). There is lots of rain. The turrets are pointed, the water is clean, a star is big. Oyl, cycle path / psycho path.

Shrewsbi, 15/4/23 - 

In Shrewsbi I fall over as u meet me at the station. Thankfully, there is coffee and bricks and jaffa-cakes mm. Across the pathway there is BLOSSOM and a number of PASSAGE-WAYS, kingly but full of smashed ice, or glass. Up up, to seek the river, up up, a gate! Thru the gate, hey! There's a river, _and_ there's a FAIR (yuck), and an Ornate Garden (yuccck!!!!), and 'the latter' has all of its PLANTS _ARRANGED_ AAAAAAAAAGH! They are brightly coloured, and then there's a wire heron and a wire gate. At Henley Regatta, people sometimes sniff cocaine from porta-cabin toilets. There is a Shrewsbi Regatta and they spell it like that. There is a pub where you can see the water and the hearts on the water and you can eat crisps (a pub does not always sell a crisp). Pom-bears are rare. There is orange wine but there's no black cookie. Shrewsbury: The Capital of Safety. 'Salvador Dali's sculptures will be hitting the streets of Shrewsbury', help.

MOrrisons/Postmen, 25/2/23 - 

'xxxxxxxxx <3 xxxxxxxxx'. 'world literature', 'decadence'. Trolley in the stream. Soprano in the choir.  Blossom,  Bullfinch,  Kingfisher,  Toad. Tiny Crocus.  Snail-shell Crocus / shell.  White floral Crocus.  Tunes.  Wisteria,  Cat,  Coloured  Glass. Wistful, like  X  , yo u said.  A  Long  Time  Ago   now . Concrete angel,  Sun Door,  Sunflower  . x X

Flowers / beans,16/2/23 - 

There's a bean bag in the room a whole new room in a bean bag. Why wouldn't you sit to be comfortable? What percentage of people sit uncomfortably and miserably these days? Need there be further revolution? Rosebud drinks from a rosebud cup, burst snow-balls and blood on John Nike's demolished ice-rink. Along with the cockles. Nevermind. Setting, prop, costume, mis-en-scene. Thee ett ah. De Chirico shuns a Latin Jacket for a pink Gio-goi one. Then, https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=10150469182662116&set=a.10150288880532116&isthrowbackpost=1&should_dispatch_to_compat_broker=1&triggered_from=share_now_menu%2Fwrite_post&internalextra[throwback_share_source]=promotion&internalextra[throwback_story_fbid]=10150469184202116&placeholder_text=Say%20something%20about%20this%20memory...&default_audience=message&st=message_only, and now, https://www.instagram.com/p/CnPjse-rUEd/?igshid=MDJmNzVkMjY=. Playgrounds, Bog * _beans_, butter * _cups_, Medicine. Post-velvet, velvet back (p. 71), beautiful satire, baked beans for a table. There is water near the bog-beans (flowering) and on the frozen-fens East Anglian humans skate, it's true. Does anybody drink dry white wine? If so, who is it? Dear X, . The starlings leave their whelk-shells for all to cherish. Slow Ways, Gorge Climbs, Philosophy Walks. Bag talk. Bean stalk. Cave lily. Springing down paths like 3 moun tain goat. A gulp in the throat. A flower on the floor. Flowers down a perfect chute. Bogbean / snapbean Edging staircases before a brutalist picnic bench. Exiting and Re-entering the World, via staircase. To want to make sense.

Blue stud, 6/2/23 -

Ouch, bleugh, cough, plait.

'The main body of your work should present a clear and logical response to the question'.

Situations, 23/1/23 -

'While the Lettriste Movement, and International, were undoubtedly ludicrous, most - if not all - their members, seem to have remained blissfully unaware of this', and 'Find solace in a good old tidy environment' says B&M radio. Madonna was at the Hacienda in Manchester and everybody stopped dancing. But everybody is dancing in Aberystwyth Home Bargains. 'If I could press a button [...] Do you think I'd not press that button?' vs. 'It's necessary for a city like Manchester to have the facilities that New York and Paris have. Not to have the facilities that New York and Paris have for the young people here would be a disgrace'. Aberystwyth . has . a . fancy . Parisian . bridge . does . that . count . there . are . few . places . u . can . buy . croissants . here . does . it . matter . but there are pearls on the beach TRUE or FALSE.

Fake Cherry Tree Birming-gum, 23/1/23 - 

'Fay's bluish lips had fallen apart into a smile', p. 22. Plus, 'the teeth were like discoloured piano keys', p. 24. Piano beans. A letter from Scotland. Books of people in coffins, a-drift. https://www.bbc.co.uk/weather/coast-and-sea/tide-tables/11/487, how exciting. Shells beneath chips. White room, scrawl palms, scrag hearts, script. Turquoise sequins threat to crack these brown pages, ouch. Blue-black beeswax. To be 'tottering at the night edge of a flat world', p. 142. We were 'standing in the Velvet Foyer', p. 225. To be protected from shattering glass just by net curtains. Not crocuses yet. Aurora. Sunsett(l)ing. Ampersands as sea shells. &&. Sea shells on the sides of your head. And a cup of ___. And a cup of ____. The Disappointing XYZ. Sklent; a fairground p. 73, puzzling horoscopes p. 116. 'You will have a warm shower there', w 'Here to Help' is on the back of the jacket. Ppl are so fucking lucky, sea sick. In Shrewsbury there were a loaf lol load of racist ppl in th pub where u can get a warm drink c.10pm. WhatsApp'd u both & u were both wriggling. Let's climb! C. an annual occurrence, tho years 'escape me' now. How many 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. We had sat in this spoons and had a frank conversation, a long while ago w more nervousness. Ppl who r easy but not boring. Selling soles, outside of the market even. Discussing old Aberystwyth on high tables. To come out of the Sea, . Clams, lttl rock opalescence - crack. Crack crack the shells, they make your feet bleed (quite badly). https://www.instagram.com/reel/ CnUvxuiIhxP/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y%3D. Sw€€t Allegory, '"It's a bliddy shame"'. Sugar-plum fairy rings on somebody's phone it sounds like your Real Musical Box. A horse-drawn carriage: aquamarine, full of shells. Flaming hair. Whale-ish fury. To be 'cool'. A dolls-house dovecot. 'Ducks in the fountains almost outnumber people in London’s Trafalgar Square on 15 April.' Seafront parades. Https, https. (...) / [...]. You're all just on the edge from behind a glass cage. It sounds misty from here, & can't quite get what you're saying or doing. Sorry how does it work again? Please give me a big ball of wool and just let me knit it. The birthday cake has black candles. ' ' You know, I've never been able to get used to the fact that I'm alive! The whole thing frightens me. It's been like that from my earliest days. It's too big you know - I mean life, (...) / [...]' '. I look at hay-bales and they are concrete, too. Salt (,) glitter, salt (,) pot. Trees. Ears. _Pond_.

Glaswegian and Italian, 25/12/22 -

The waiter served his girlfriend a cup of pink ice-cream, and took a spoonful before he gave it to her in her green velvet chair. He pretended 2go2 kiss her then went back to the till. There is so much Angel Hair in any red-list Christmas tree. A clock mixes numbers and words on all red walls. Doesn't it?

Second-hand shop, 5/12/22 -

Ice-cream hat box, lilac/yellow heart purse, pink polka lunch bag, cappuccino treasure chest. I am offered a jam donut. Five there, and 3 left: :(J): :(J): :(J): :(J): :(J):, <3.

West End Patio, 23/1/22 - 

'When I was four I fell from a swing and broke my arm. When it was set in plaster I asked for a big box with a lid on it, like the one the cat slept in. I put it in a corner near the fire in the kitchen and climbed into it and closed the lid. I lay for hours in the dark, hearing sounds, of my mother's moving about, of others coming and going from the kitchen, and inside sensing the heat of my own presence. I was not driven from my box until after my arm was healed, and then at my father's insistence. It was a stupid game, he said. And the box was in the way. A boy needed fresh air', p. 85. A whale-ish sea-saw, curled up b&w. 

Hills Rd ~'Cafe'*, 23/1/22 -

Kfka, thn 'I am engaged in a complicated process of knitting, see myself as one of those old crones who during the Reign of Terror sat in the shadow of the guillotine as the heads fell, and knitted, on and on. Each time a head falls I drop a stitch, and from time to time I run out of wool and have to go in search of a new ball. It’s seldom easy to match colours,’ p. 60 (also).

Silt path, 5/12/22 -

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Train, 28/12/22 -

Shake shake shake shake boux boux boux boux. Growl kitten cry, _cough rock, cough rock_. Two smile§. & the same in 1 mirror. Both parties giving x i§. A lady wears a teddy bear t-shirt then a teddy bear in her rucksack and a teddy keyring too. She liked my dre§§. The right trou§er§. I'm looking for a digitial clock2snap. Unu§ual post ! Peanuts with _coffee_? Toiling land. Toiling land. On bickering. A low sun. A flat man.

SufFOLK walk, 27/12/22 -

Clacket Services. With Great Sadness. Fluffy carpet in the 70s. Coffee, to begin the day bitterly. A 'beija flor - "flower-kisser"'. Terrestrial worlds. Aquatic worlds. Brown = b >> b. shells, b. grasses, b. leaves, b. rocks. Walk of miztz. Ear LL y 1980s music in Sam Moi of 9 years old more water plz. You are visited by Howlie and Mouse. Flying curlews, Égrets. New forget-me-nots in the ears now. 'Something's happened. You've arrived,' said the Polishing Witch. Screeeech. A beautiful Owelle. How to write wolk-ing. 'I was gonna do that', the path. Ah! Truly, an egret and a seagull, together. Egrets in that tree by th big castle gates at the Bangor track-path. Jewellers in a tree, all sitting their white polishing handkerchiefs. Rlly nice birds in the reed(?)s. Preoccupation of place. LAST CHANCE walks w stars in Warfield. Last chance terror. Possibility-treasure (smash). To say out loud, to say indoors. To caatch a good last glimpse at a scene before turning. Little terrior dog silver bow its tail (your silver Christmas tree) wait no it is its fluff. -{c}-{o}-{l}-{e}-{u}-{r}-{s}-. 'Most Merciful God', Common Prayer, Holy Communion Order One, Common Worship, typing on a phone in a churxh. Candilles like fingers , 5. Flaming finger tips, alight! Prince of Peace, cloven skies, the angels sing. Poetry having to be said to be art. Index of First Lines Scriptural Index Index of Uses Index of Hymns for the revised common lectionary. HYMNS Old & New, New Anglian Tradition. Authors, Translators and Sources of words. NUMBERS / 14:18 422 / 20:8-11 120, 309 / SONG / 4:16 370 8:6   46, 197. Agh. Grant us peace. Let us prey. Hymns / 377 / 253 / 444 / 199. ORGAN! Pulse pulse. Cross stitch! Mice stir. Skka dkka. '[T]he cold black pins where towards perfumed evening a sad child releases a boat as frail as a May butterfly'. Poor butterflies. 'A gold smell of watches'. Bitter mornings (coffee). To um and to err (!). Look out for the tar! To pick up coal on the beach! Identifying 'Holm Oak' b4 the app, y e s. GINGER wine + Stones (STONES). WaterSTONES at Martlesham services what ! Christmas time sugar Christmas lunch, 'reggae' song. Bali, Barley wine. Leaf dots. To walk weirdly. Leaf bat. Multi-culla seaweeds. The cherry blossom tree's story, poor witnesses. 4. Jamboree. Rain drops on faces dances the tinsel ,, Ticktickticktick ticktickticktick . Palms russel, cedar needles blue. Sip sip, reading. The Organ is the King of Instruments! 'I was about 15 when I started saving organs', 'I sometimes say I don't take organs out of churches, I take them out of skips', 600 pipes. 'Like you're in love with somebody [/] you want to do the best for them'. 'Crumbs'. Magic music box, episode/m001gmv3/organ-stops-saving-the-king-of-instruments. Like you're asking the world. Reciting Baudelaire in that environment. To physically block ears while you're talking (in secret). 'silver-studded blue butterfly' , 'low-lying coastal area', 'windswept shingle beaches ' : 'You are in a landscape of contrasts'. Ginger 4 u four of the petals 5. Lights on village hall tha concertina tinselas. Cathedral wedding. Things begin to come back into focus. So fun to be called 'miss' (Tickets! 'Lovely, miss, thank u'). Fen waters high, quick-tracks-quick as the tiny ponies fill the fields. Explaining to u, not Newcastle but

Bagshot's Old Police Station, 26/12/22 - 

p. 69-70 A. Trocchi speaks about pipes. In Bagshot's Old Police Station I found Jean Rhys's Wide Sagasso Sea. I gave it away. Draws and draws, there were old clay pipes from the local area. Some broken, some whole. I logged them on a Very Old Computer for the Surrey Heath Archaeology & Trust. The lady's daughter was an archaeologist in Oxford - WOW! My dad used to take me there and then I drove myself. The Bagshot Rd to Bracknell was very busy. We thought the place was perfectly haunted.

Mists OF Wight, 22/12/22 - 

St Faith, 1990. 'Hmm, that's unusual'. Bubble noises, yh. Peanuts w coffee, strainsh p0st. Scaling the smuggla's scrags. GEO-CACHE LUKE! Kitten cups. Massive tree-domes w their fluffy pipe-cleanaz. Henrie Waste. 'Too hip for the squares and too square for the hips'. Hullahoops. Discos. Fine red & cream tables at the Long John Eater. Mods and velvet pigs. Carnival Queens and ribbon-wrapped feet, crossed. Double wedding-frames. Beautiful collars and knitwear at 15-years-old. 'Jet-black' hair. Your mother made ur clothes, the best ribbon shoes - nice. Y ou made your own bridesmaid dress, also. Phone number invitations, hand-coloured photography (your very own choices!). Balls of ceramic-cut Stars. Fake snow wreath, fake snow (mistle)toes. Gnomes when is not so brrr . . Pearled knit-sleeves, opal ear(ring)s. Sugar-lump hair, a 5-toe-cat. Judy. /L/ /O/ /V/ /E/  /H/ /A/ /T/ /E/. I'll send you poinsettias. 'Did you get your picture?'. <3! Yes I did. Old army, new police. To look scary but not be. Brixam, Torquay, you look like PJ Harvey you know ! 3 1/2 v. 1 1/2. To hide under stairs, to hide under stars. Under-the-Stars-boat. Resc-you. Bogeys Night Club, loss of [K]ellers. To be genuinely run-down, to have subsequent sadness. What Comes Next? More lust for renewal. Mischief, to be stubborn. Perfume adverts. To listen to 'mysteries', a bloodline of Christie-lovers. Gifted covers. Puck's View, Flash Backs. That charming tree is FULL of pipe cleaners, twirlhing. Blackgang Road,  be nice  be nice  be nice . Flowers are various corals, and lobsters are in some envelopes. A past of nickname affections. What is it with word-dwellers and sea-invertebrae? Massive gossip in art class, SUCH SUCH WERE THE JOYS. Hidden armchairs, dear Hat B. sorry D. P. & thanks B. K. nammet etc. frog fountain frog psychedelia SAINT CLARE triangular twigs geometrical lights flash last night first x eve & 'Fishbourne Customer Building' two bikes Spinnaker Tower Public WiFi then mom's hotspot thnku a Dalmatian Dog walks across the post-A3 M25 mm Clacket Services, and 1 podcast victory. 'Wight' means 'a person of a specified kind' and 'a spirit, ghost, or other supernatural being', and is bespeckled w tiny red squirrils (but tinier horses). xx.

[Something], 15/12/22 - 

Black fluff floor. To walk under moving stars-above-head. A deep-fried olive. Record tempz in the white beehive. Poor Wilfred, those buttercup dresses. 'I love your dress', ~ some ~ cross ~ and ~ some ~ tick. RENEW-ONLINE.me/hurry. The Manicule.  ☛ . *le. illegal-maam-gallery-museo-dell-altro-e-dell-altrove-di-metropoliz, booktok-a-welcome-disruptor? /culture/utm_term=638a210a458946ec7ac96d940d5bd57e&utm_campaign= ^ F A I T H ^ :

Birds of the path, 14/12/22 - 

A green woodpecker a brown blackbird furs of fire leaves a bigger one I didn't know. Bee / wren. Right across from the bees. Rose hips,  Sips  . Frozen felt-tips. Sweets, lips. Brain kips. Brain sits. Teal lips. Teal hips. Occasional blips. The gr8st hits. Sits. Tips. Tips. Mits !

Snowbox, 11/12/22 -

Flixbus autocorrects Fluxus. Divination tablets! LIGHT. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tea_egg. Not a shadow in the surgery-room. Fritillarie Flowers, snakes' heads. The early bird catches the würm. Picnic benches lay out white handkerchiefs. Speckled red. Once upon a time there was a very bad egg. I hate my life, she said. I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it. Cough cough splutter. 'A man selling honey from the Gorbals'. Infinity bows, loops. Loops. Spilt all over rice-crispie-cakes. Her words like presents tied up with red ribbon. 'Her voice had the asexual music of dripping water, cold and pure, each word clear and distinct, a separate drop dripping on your head so that after a time you thought you were going mad [...]; but you could not close your ears to her.' 'Her talk was a kind of present, gift-wrapped, tied with shiny, red-ribbon bows, sealed securely and addressed to only one special person.' Ribbons round pipe-cleaner bears, sitting on chairs. Rosy, rose, rose-wood. Rose-water, rose, Rose would, and a water bowl for before jewels. The g-e-m-s of a c-o-l-l-a-r-b-o-n-e. Belly-bars. 1 flooded flower, and primary coloured urgency against 'Flags, truncheons, handbags, cornershop economics'.

St. Paul's under a Car, 1/2/22 - 

bells! religiousness. Promising Young Women, horror. Starlings in the morning, starlings in the evening. The starlings were really thrumming by the fluffy black cows / clowds. People Cry. Coral beer, coral toys for coral children. Paleness. More (mc)flurries of starlings. Mc starling. The honey jaw. Pome. Pommes. Teeth, bites. U Can't Get Me U Fucking Jerk. Snakes. * * * Half moon at Euston, taffeta tinsel in the restaurant windows. Farringdon, dance; Whitechapel, slay. A literary restaurant on Calthrope Street. Woolf's big face. https://youtu.be/XKbl7R5uU-M. Postmark London yet again. Moon over scaffolding. Gate 1, no bangs this taime. Royal Mail strikers still there, with 'Pepi!'. Past the oysters or dill soup. St. Paul's under moon and cars. A steeple with a star on it. Abandoned scooters. Schott jackets. Ah, yes, this is Clerkenwell Rd. It is so quiet. CARBON NEUTRAL COFFEE. A squat little dawg. Grey gothic walls, grey gothic sky. Scents of sewage. More bathroom show-teriors. Fuck, I _did_ used to walk too much. ;-). People's Choice Café and Barbican News parade, dregz. City of London housing, the moon disintegrates. To photo to fetishise. The Shakespeare. Corporation of London Housing Golden Estate. To be behind the Barbican. Gold bars light up the sky. Welcome to the Barbican Centrrr. After Sun. God the Barbican looks nice. Waitress temp, yuck. Ha, God, the Brewery. Chris Tarrant u bastard. Wire-cut memories. To think nothing of Euston to Liverpool St. Glass glass glass. These silly old statements, everyone's saying em. Tower do Blocks. If only th sea was snoring. Finsbury Square, a flying horse ridden by suit-folk. Ah, Freedom. Occasionally there are humans. Meg, your Monzo! There are no cash points. When we boycotted supermarkets, with success. HIGHER PURPOSE via a QR code. Leafs on floor. To omit small words. Holy fuck everything is huge. Dennis Severs, little bricked lane. Fish & Chips since '52, Jack the Chipper. Whitechapel swank, where's Freedom? 'Its down Angel Alley which is a dark brick alley it's easy to miss it'. hardc0relegends instagram. Books called Snowflakes. MAGIC. Premature aging. Proof copies, typos. Protective hands. Holy-water flask. Theatrical replica of Sigmund Freud's couch. The Garden. Indulgence. Aiming for 4 * s. Thanks.

Sinclair's New Court, the Wellcome Collection (25/11/22) - 

The Wellcome Collection is one of Sinclair's patrons now (praiys the patrons). The Wellcome Collection shop opening soon (frm the edges are covid cuddly toys and books titled 'Bitch' and 'Unwell Women'). BEING HUMAN, full of: body collage, art angels, 'how different experiences and environments could support healthy minds. In this isssnnntallation they ask you to imagine a place that would create better mental health for us all' (o my Gosh,You're Wellcome... kittns and vacuum cleanerz http://www.thevacuumcleaner.co.uk/oh-my-gosh-youre-wellcome-kitten/), climate buildings collapse, prosthetics, blue glitter aids, jukebox (Jimmy Sommer-v. & Lady Leshurr), imaginary portraits from cigarette-butt DNA, Help-the-Normals charity bocks, Tilley and Del comics praiys toys. MEDICINE MAN, full of: diagnostic dolls, amuletic necklaces, ear-caps, glass-eyes, brass corset, tattoos on human skin, to look after oneself, a Pipe of Peace, walking sticks, eye baths, anti-neuralgic headbands, curious spectacles, humourously poemed chamber-pots, laces of human teeth, long tuth-brushes, cowrie shell with erotic scenes, 'Fruits and vegetables containing erotic scenes', vanitas, King George's hair locks, a guillotine blade, 'Fragment of Jeremey Bentham's skin', memento mori, hairwork jewellery, mortuary crosses, amulets (hands, black-cats, et et et c.), artificial nose, 'Goa' stones, pomanders! (a shell, a book), bullet extractors, votive charms, limbs, [17] THE garden of earthly delights, [19] An Angel Leading a Soul into Hell, many metal instruments, Etruscan feet. 'Full of UCL students' sys somebody b4 the 50-yr closing speech (honour, luck). Henry Wellcome's collection, ah... They will move from whyt to pale-blu signage-backgrwnds, keeping Black Text. IN PLAIN SIGHT: eye miniatures (4 secret romantic relationships), r.o.m.a. amulet, eyes in triNglsz (Anti-ageing. Catholicism. That all have. Spiritual essence. Freemason appropriation), Saint Odilia! Saint of Good-Eyesight, Eyes to the Soul, Eye Health, God's Eyes, Third Eyes, the Service of the Eye, Eyes-in-Surrealism, 'Insight', 'Prophecy', 'Fortune-Telling', Google st. view, 'the human desire to see beyond', a girl with x-ray eyes, Eyes as Tell-All ('someone's true nature or internal emotions'), dreams of eyes + introspection, retina paintings, fortune-telling spheres, 'Eye model with case', advice-to-ppl-who-have-lost-thr-syht, what's in the box?, 'Watch Over Me', an eye in a star, A Sense of the World 2007, sight-restoring opal-stones, colour-formation, hands glasses, justice blindfolded, multisensory integration, coalesence, vision machines, old tiny round specks, Katya Solyanko's soup, 'the eye is one of our most vulnerable organs', snow-goggles, MiyoSmart, turn-pin spectacles, all different spectacles, reading-stones, What We Wore Archive, lorgnettes, Slick Rick's diamante eye-patch, Venus bushfires, choirs, the non-visual. Angel figures from a pharmacy. A dress of pills. People are asleep/reading on staircases in bean-bags in an elysian Reading Room off the busiest rd in bygone-europe. Dance of Death. OOMK, doll hospital, sister, noble rot, matter, drawn poorly, SICK, DIRT, marbles, red cushions and turquoise seahorses. That is a plane, that is a star. Clouds raining stars. 'Miss can u tell me where Moor St is?' BULL  NG. 4C. whyt ribbon chat hmm-hlp. mother-of-pearl-like. S. smith & W. williams. Cadence, skip!

Albany Hotel (24/11/22) -

Drummond Street go there while you still can they said in 2019. The Opera scandal is happening not far away. Natalie Fiennes, Behind Closed Doors. James Wilt, Drinking Up the Revolution. Fuck Happiness, Ariel Gore. AMBIT. LUMIN. Hats. Bottles. The eve of insurrection. To discover the inside of the green-orninged tower-house. At Café 49, just around the corner the insurrection is happening. Windows like ballet studios. Saved beer bottle cap, souvenir frm the scenes in 'lieu' of pages. What 2 do, what 2 do, alwys... In Hotel Albany 1/4 of the transport milks were rotten. Green flowers tiling the room-sink. Beats from the Institute of Education. Winter-flowering blossom like ballet socks. Snacks at SOAS ofc. And dub. Pink flyer. With a 89-year-old's cannoli in my bag. Things really do get shinier here. Café in Russel Sq. looks new but is celebrating 40 years. A good example? An xample of nicer better? Winter smoke, autumn leaves. To contmplate events, endlssly. New chess tables in the park now, on astro turf. Another good'un. Wrong'uns. Floating toast memories @ the Mary W Centre. Great Ormond Street, the children. Pudsey facepaint child at Aberystwyth's funfair, by the bun-bowls. Institute of Child Health. Awaab Ishak. Apricot leaves, puddles. RESEARCH CENTRES, everywhere. Grant Funding Workshop pre-reading (please give c.60 minutes . . . s...  ?). On Drummond Street, psychologist (I judge) women spoke about travel and lectures on Keynes. Milton. You can go there from Euston. Think I know where I'm going an actually do. Nice. Wreathes out. Beautiful radicals cycle on bikes (I conjecture). Cranes loom. Big hotels. Big cartels. Black Books pilgrim (thank you). To chuck small objects. 'Over 650 new high quality homes'. 'Introducing / new shops, cafés and restaurants for residents and neighbours to enjoy'. 'Come see us / In our Marketing Suite on Mount Pleasant, stay and enjoy a coffee at the Mousetail Café -->'....... 'For a Lifestyle like no other ', 'POSTMARK LONDON'. Unbelievable script. Folio Gardens. He and her in walk-in showers. With towels, unnamed (his and hers would b 222 brash). The Union Tavern. Remarkable. A big C R A S H ! from the building site. Somebody swoons. Chains. Chink. Gate 1. 'Pedestrians Beware'. Mail strikers with pups. 'Peppy!' Farringdon Locksmith & Tool Supplies, the alleyway to Spa Fields and windchiming glass-waste. LEafs, loud vents. Vines, Birds, Humans, LMA. Lmao. To 'clock' something. Beeps. Social Housing & Grubby Classicism. A grub-shiny pub called COIN LAUNDRY. A drink in a mauve cup. Someone reads Hemingway on my way in. Sweet Boulangerie and Patisserie. Someone talks about a rent free house and fashion labels, then 'clients'. Plum voices discuss Clapham, loudly. Mezzanine Floor. Sugar in the Blood. Café Kick. The guy from shoppe of stuff ! Response to Olufemi. 'Mistakes', made to feel a bit better. 3am: [T]he [C]ourt.

Crewe Station (23/11/22) -

*Fantasy bag. A brand called BIG COMMERCE. To take in the setting sun. Somebody not on a bike gives somebody o n a bike directions, or the other way around. To get on a less~busy train. At The Crewe Hero, next to a W H Smith kiosk, pints can be pulled (fyi). To sip cold air. Wriggly legs. Nik Naks? / . 

Beyond Newtown (7/11/22) -
Please see 'Celebration Ghosts' in Po-hems. Gregynog as experimental concrete - Oyster sky, the moon its big pearl - , pre-Victorian Brutalism , and , thyroid cats ♥. 'tremendously refreshing if a creator of literature has something on his mind other than the history of literature'.Ubiquitous gutt. Rather, Jacqueline Wilson, Vicky Angel - - my favourite. 'NIHILISM SOAP. THERE'S NOTHING. LIKE IT.' 

Samhuuin (31/10/22) - 

Samhain You sent Or Samhuinn You sent murdered witches You sent You sent Samhain (31/10/22) - It is samhain TODAY. Import reminded by a friend's fb-post but I think I've been celebrating the liminal threshold (p)(r)(a)(i)(s)(e) (t)(a)(u)(t)(o)(l)(o)(g)(i)(e)(s) anyway, drinking 3 hot chocolates and falling into a mode of sorting and talking and yes. Rose-paper on lamps turns blank into 'amethyst hues'. Dr Payn's auntie's bell-jar bunny. A load of parcels fly into the air. An orange ruched dress, from Primark via The Salvation Army, and a dusty grey fluffy scarf, elasticated and with pom-poms. Samhain. A PLACE. Plenty of violence. Plenty of stirring. More stirring, less violence - plz. Jack-the-Spider dances beautifully on ceilings while pencil shavings infiltrate a red duvet or pages flick. Monster drawings/words 4Lumpen4eva, search the horizon. Deluge of rain, into the Night. 'Perhaps Rome is not such a bad idea'. To read quite a bit; Sheffield's filled-in aquariums and Jamaican Welsh. Patience a Virtue, Action a SIN. Or w8 no sorry is it 'vice versa'?, x.

Ch.X / Oxford St (26/10/22) -

'We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars' plaque b4 sectioned Trafalgar. Stars on Oxford St. Right. Heuristic methodology.

Folkestone (25/10/22) -

Aquamarine hairdryer with a sea-through bubble bag. 'You look like Kate Bush', Wuthering Heights. Literary references. Croissants in an air-dryer. 'You're a 40s girl'. A gifted diamante&beaded maroon clasp bag. Toni Morrison, <3. Ladies like you are *so* g o o d . McArdle Pharmacy: dolphin scrubbers, 2 big (fake) ruby earrings, 2 (real) flu jabs, sparkly bobbles in a plastic pocket, an old bakery with (fake) heart hanging-baskets where you once worked. Garages, cherries. Familiar phone-calls, long lost tho (('You take care of yourself my darling. I'm walking two steps forward and three steps back but I tell them I'm dancin'')) / (('Are you still moving all over the place?')). I crunched a sugar-lump like you did, in your sister's bed. 'Alexa play music from 1958'. Clementine juice, only a few pennies dearer dn't u kno. You wrap 4 whole trackies in £1 Ho-Ho-Ho paper from McArdle's this morning. 2 go wrong, screw em up and start again no bothers, there's plenty. Penty. White statues and columns and balustrades in your garden, by genius C. My jab is a rose. Phone-swipe photos of yr party Your party there earlier this summer. Punch-bear, not teddy. 1 sleep, 'You look much better now '. music. 'Wasted' , repeated..Thank u 2 Merlin for H more than P. Capitalist Realism in my shopping basket now. Shop shop, and More shopping later. How to deal with Inkpath? Letters I wanna write. Gah ! 'The way to the right things is the wrong things. Perfectionism is the enemy of promise.', twice. The statement that Sunak was born in Southampton. In ✿ psychogeography ✿ PhD realms ✿ Aberystwyth/Cardiff ✿ and ✿ also ✿ A Magic Toybox 123 ✿ (selected soft-toys b-low) ✿ that u ✿ can find ✿ right ✿ here: Social Media:,, Wow. Mental. Flower-gem hair pins,50 p each. Misunderstanding how to update Instagram bio found this symbol: ✿ . Red-rose light from the window-panes hangs on Ginsberg's Havana while u get ur haircut . Mushroom brioche . Before, dreaming of funner times w SanFranciscoandflowersinyourhair tho non-nostalgically ofc. Sigh, the Crossing. Tear-drop hole punch, ker ching (another 50). Ginsberg on tears. Tears have always been so nice. I saw yours by the candles. A too bubbly bubble bath , more like clouds. Black towels with silver roses, chessboard chequer-floor, more b l a c k roses in a b l a c k vase. 'We thought "she's fallen down the plug hole"'. Indulgence. 'God Bless'. 2 big (fake) sapphire earrings for the train. 'What do you want for breakfast in the morning Amy'. Tams,RatPack,EdSheeran,. I don't usually, x2. I don't usually, . 'God it's warm Amy, isn't it'. Brown leaves russlll.

Kent-coast to rue de la Bûchz-etc. (20/10/22) -

R.E.D. S.T.A.I.R.S. DECK 5 RIGHT AT THE FRONT. 'Woah woah woah woah woah', Ropes unwhreal. A ticket allows a drink and a meal '5. This ticket cannot be used for alcohol or cigarettes'. Platforms 7, 8, & 9. A pigeon flies from the concrete edge of the poet. Typo for port. Some cooked breakfast at 1.30am and Diet Pepsi is on offer. 'NE RIEN JETER A LA MER / DO NOT THROW ANYTHING AT THE SEA'. Do you love dfds? Smiling posters. They say it's a busy crossing but the seats are mainly empty. An all-French voice-over. More than one set of people think I'm French, like the man at the Newtown museum. Fine by me. They sell skipping ropes in the duty-free shop here for £1.49. 'AURORA' egg-yolk orange soft dinosaurs. The strangely geometric trays of the Calais youth hostel. Hmm. Somebody is refused from our bus at the ferry. Fuck. Apparently he doesn't have a visa and got on at Birmingham or Manchester (not sure why that's relevant). And that's that then. On another note, to no longer stop in Calais. Hmm. The fences remain high. The moon smiles here, mistily. 6am it is packed getting into 'Paris', and the temperature is 16°C on the bus fyi. 0ne of the two Flixbus drivers says 'Last 16 miles an apparentlì it's gonna take an hour an 20 minnits'. A car has spun round after hitting with lorry and one of the two Flixbus drivers says 'Welcome to Paris city a nuttas'. Ken before, twigs now. Stay clapped away, rain. There is a Westfield in Paris wtf, as cyclists commute in dusty drizzil. First-spied tabac at Boulevard Davout. I'll walk west then east again then north. A brown leaf fell beautifully and landed beautifully in the hair of a beautiful girl. I think it is 5 past 8. A man walks by with a stick and a beautiful white shell attached to his bag. 'Beautiful'. 'Beautiful'. Ladies with suitcases avoid puddles. People With Bags. Open steps. Bins and rubbish. A boat called Black Swan. Coaches. Trees like a crucifix. Sun, statues to Rimbaud, pebble-stages of a square Nature, _and_ palmz. It is now the hour of 10 and 5 past 9 before, actually. There were some people dancing tango in a concrete pit on the Seine, previously.I have signal! Does eduroam stretch to the Institute du Monde Arabe? Spikes not against pigeons, but human feft. That woman at Exeter Cathedral was hiccuppingly alarmed by the burning of Notre Dames. She was a conspiracy theorist, for sure. Or maybe covering tracks + part of some cross EUROPEAN (back in the day) internal heist-for-hype. Presently, Notre Dames is covered in scaffolding. 'The whole world is watching this' two people say. Is it? Cement is made to the east, here the flowers are gardened by gates. Cobbles, sand. SECURITE . 'Ne soyez pas unhospitalier avec les étrangers, ils pourraient bien être des angels déguisés' - lest they be angels - can sound hollow. Those rooms cost £355 per night. 'The Beats' are right in the entrance, and the 'Lost Generation', and utopia's right there on the shelf. A little girl sneezes and then sits down and props up her toy rabbit (you can buy them in Waterstones) on the table. It is a mixed bunch here. Naked Ginsberg howling outside the shop. Lol. A powercut gave me a free tiger coffee. A Scottish kingfisher. No Situationists. Is that relevant? Beat Hotel. Izit even the real Deux Magots? Now Madame Tussauds but posh(er). Old people kiss, that's the right Paris! Walls of mass foliage. Bells ring at 12 12 12 again. To cycle properly. A leaf landed on my own head this time. Too busy, too walking. Le Penty, ah! sigh, Le Penty. Onwards. Bubbles in another square. Rue de la Reynie. A free sympathy-bus. Mirror-houses, thunderstorm terrace. The guitar is called Seagull. Chansons. French Resistance exchanges. Disliked strawberries. Another 12 o'clock. Just right departure pennies for café at Montparnasse. 'A Wonderful World'. Friday, Saturday, Sunday, PAUL at Charing X. x x x x x x x x x . . . X .

Paddington to Millennium Dome (19/10/22) -

The standing ashtrays at Paddington station are full of fag-ends and 'trash' of other kinds. In 'P.O.P', shirted men and the ragged haired drink drinks and mutter to Chaka Khan. I thank the man collecting wrong rubbish from the standing ashtrays and he tells me I have long hair. Yes. He asks if it is from my mum or dad and I say both but my dad's lost it all now. So he says it must be from my mum, and that I must pass it onto my daughter. Gosh. It's nicely whimsical. Real flowers are on each table of P.O.P. I am stopping here because the next place is North Greenwich where pubs have been gentrified (it's true) out of Millennium Dome proximity. A Moretti costs £3.55 and tastes like water. I remember that we used to call cat George 'Baby Choux'. A sticker at a trolley-zone/illegal-smoke-place reads KÄSE in big black letters. Someone's phone number is etched onto the Trolley Point specifically in big etchy numerals. A fat cheese clock moon hovers in the newly refurbished Victoria Line archway. In P.O.P there is Junior Scrabble only, and a 'KEBAB - BURGER - FISH & CHIPS' takeaway across the road is named 'LOLITA'. 'BE PATIENT WITH OTHERS' says a sand-timer on the This-is-a-Bakerloo-Line-Train-to-Elephant-and-Castle. The Millennium Dome _is_ mental. 'Hungry? Thirsty? Brunch. BBQ. Bar. The Joint this way'. Well. Hotel skyline. There's a Millennium Way in both North Greenwich and Bracknell, remembered on double-Googl-checking departure locations. There's not long anyway but it's an _unnavigable place_.   I read about hauntology at Bus Stop F waiting for the Flixbus and feel  _ridiculous_.

Bute Road (19/10/22) -

Leaving 'the bay' we pass a big columned building all boarded up. I wish to take a SNAP but we are talking of poems and fish. Which is nice. Many little houses with little out-houses. Cracky concrete, rippling from roots. A bell chimes NOON approaching the station-zone. GORE. U talk of trying not to ghost people. Good luck. Into the city a café is needed quickly. We were once together in Waterstones. Here is a place of pirate radio. The voices are treasure in my ears on £5 NON-EARBUDS. You asked me about Utopia at breakfast. More riddles, plz. Um, ulna. Ulna is now in my predictive phone text. Hmm. I've only wrote it once (in Po-hems). Well, I was cherishing the waves. Next, I bought old party eye-liner. The shoes are black and heavy in my bag. Cardiff pumps. There is a shop with a curtain for Hare Krishna. He feeds me later, as a woman holds pink lotus flowers on a wall with crystal eyes. I love her a lot. Cardiff university is a giant hot air balloon. I am in its rose gardens, and then Bute Park, as you pluck-told-me, C. Instruments trinkle across the canal, and I am tears. A park bench is lilac. Lilac, west-end lane. Institutions. People who don't feel to rise to be in Institutions. Back into Capitol, cash change scattering on the floor. Well, it's not long now. Tock tick, o, Greenwich. That famous dome. An explosion. Colossal frustration. Sailing, pink script on the plinths.

Cardiff Bay (18/10/22) -

A wtf breakfast tour. Get me outta here. There is no inclination to list all of the things, except mention the possibility of proximal cheese and chocolate. Come-up-n-see-me-let-me-shine plays as sun rises over bay. Is it timed? I want to joke with someone about it but everyone's sitting isolated. What the hell is going on. Sitting on the dock of the bay. This 'the bay' has different sitters now. In my room the telly all night said 'Sit Back and Relax', capitalised. The word 'Sit'. I imagined a poem with the title 'Sit'. To be told to 'Sit'. How horrid. They do not make as nice breakfasts in this 5* palace as Aberystwyth's Carlton (thank you). Booths in a Belfast old place discussed in yesterday evening's corporate quarters, of a different kind (wooden doors not velour benches). Truss antix. Taiwan. I dreamt of terrifying lifts. There are not stairs here. Fucking huge swans lump and lug and jug and chug across the water. I must depart. I ride the lifts but only because I forgot to check the schedule,mark my wordz z z.

Cardiff (17/10/22) -
The sun rises on the 7.17 to CARDIFF CENTRAL. My intention is to arrive and seek a morsel and COFFEE at a café calling oneself Baguetty Junction. A woman does not lift her eyes to show her train ticket, just raises her hand with it in it. Yikes/yuck. Two school girls sit opposite, buds in ears, badges on lapels. I wish I had slept but I'd commited to Lefebvre. Thank you? Cwmbrân, huh, that's the other Welsh new town. New towns new towns new towns. What's a delicious niche? The artichoke heart goes well with cheese. BERNIE JONES TYRES. A hammer and sickle is scrawled at Hereford. The sun is burning. My stuff has fit all into ONE bag. 1and2, this way. Pupils flock. Doves clot. GROT! Allotments. M.I.A. in the news, E.T.A. in petals, got in my bag some big heavy black shoes. Shoes for the Soul. Fuck, Newport is huge.All of Wales's building is going on here in Cardiff.Swinging wire scatty earphones in,phew. The theatre spoons has been sold, years on. Kodak Digital Print centre across from Baguetty's, next to SOAPY JOE'S. I'll walk along the other side of the river opposite 'Canary Wharf Apartments' to 'the bay'. The Taff Embankment. Ah, yeah, it is a 'workman's café'. The woman is well nice who gives me 1 biscuits not 2. REGENCY OILS collecting WASTE OILS AND FAT speeds past, big green and van-ly. Dunno if I'm allowed to charge my phone here next to the bin that's open that says keep closed. Ah fuck it, they'll not mind maybe. 'Souvenir Edition' of The Sun still at the bar top - Monday September 12, 2022. Th' Queen. South Wales Echo from the day after too. Both fairly thumbed. The guy in the place looks like a more-geezer Jimmy Somerville. Phone is at 24%, going, going. To _embrace_ the feeling of being a tourist snapping city-scapes. Fierce pavement cyclists. Half a moon above us all. Cardiff-sized flock of pigeons. STADIUM STORES. Oldish houses. Litchfield Court. MassiveTHE UK'S CHEAPEST CARS. Road works. Colourful shops. Tudor Land Workshops. The shops are shut it's 10.25 now. Dim Parcio. www harmonymassage4u.co.uk. Radio 'blasting' from flats. AIR & WATER. Aberdare Birds (?). What happened to Nos Da? The rheal 'psychogeographers', if they exist, are defo(e) deliveroo drivers. I walked the wrong way up the river. A child's tiny choux on the road. Badass man with stick crosses road earlier than the rest. Want to be him immediately. I take him over and hear he's got a nice cough. Cruises down the river. Luxury and not luxury at 'the bay', of course, but FIRST BENCH in Cardiff YET. It's view across the river is head-height brambles. Initial etches on tables, a good existence. 'Walk on'. Walk on by. There goes the badass man, wearing chinos normcore good. I imagine boars finding truffles in the brown leaves. The sky is blue . . . . . . . . . The fall of the pound. '[T]he collapse in the pound'. The fall is the pound. Voco. This place is sick. Bad sick. I shout FIRE.      Is it loud enough.

Bethesda (9/10/22) - 
Bethesda, I loved you. We went to the wrong chippy. That's okay. Annie's Orphans was full of well-curated dust. An eared man picked up stubs. Mounds of Quarry were black and spikey. Crawling with soot-spiders. Smudge. A red pen drew red cats. A square bath, not salty. Drop. A different number 10, thank God. Big rock breakfast biscuits full of chocolate drops. Drop. A horrible cupcake. A leopard-print lady, full of warmth, encourages CALORIES. A tiny fluroscent pink buddha by a stormy grey landscape. Dylan's cats. Dark paths, but u know them. Ears of metal. WordArt jam, with translations. Bubbles. Never-mind. Barley wine, not picked up. Portmeirion, ouch. Gap-mouth. An eared man picks up stubs. ACORNs. Strain. Somebody familiar enters through a door, wouldn't that be nice. Her, her. Re Gret. Teal. Tearl. Pearl. Apples, too many of them. Bite bite bite.

Aberystwyth Beaches (29/9/22) -
Sea of milk, oysters prickle in the stones. Slurp. Washed up whales. Washed up seaweed. Phlegm. 'YOU DON'T LIKE MUSIC YOU DON'T LIKE PRETTY LIGHTS WHAT DO YOU LIKE THEN?', chromatography. Sun shivers. Sun flowers. Gold thread laces on the waves. Lace is the waves. White lace on shores, please find information on lace and seas and movement here: https://www.comicsgrid.com/article/id/3608/. Meanwhile, pearly shells make clocks where curry sauce on chips is warned to include shreds of chicken (amid flecks of chili-pepprz). Falling plants from POTs. ARAF / SLOW. A little boy and his dad on bikes seeing shooting stars or bats. BRISTOL TEMPLE MEADS. Bats like moths, sickle CORAL moon. Stars on the floor. Stars in the ceiling. Tetrapack intervention in the H of V. Coral Reef. Magic tickets. <3 . o O ( ) <3 . o O ( ) <3 . o O ( ) <3. o O ( ) <3 . o O ( ) <3 . o O ( ) <3 . o O ( ) <3.

Pantperthog to Machynlleth (20/9/22) - 
Your SUN flowers splayed out in big nice CLAWS to the historic sky. Embers flickered in the fire. Good. My credit card all dusty on the floor, not now. Clamber clamber, logs in the way, the brewers of the raspberi whine, pop pop, they're good. o o . o  . o. Rolls and rolls and rolling hills, stars, a big MOTORWAY is being constrewed across the valley, like seeing chefs in the kitchen. Flaps of fraying plastic, I always worry they're . . .  U light the candle on the table, as always. Round. Wood. Fire in, fire out. Weekend's parties, dog-fights, people. My screen-eyes can't see the woodland ground so well, but still got muscle memory of the path, g e t  i n . Big black trees. Dark black sky. The himalayan balsam stinks, ugh. Past the place you 'saved' the lamb, bleet bleet beat beat its heart by your chest chest. Cotton whool. Past the place of baked-beans-picnic. Raspberry. There aren't any Kingfishers of the Night. There aren't any cows either. Good. Nim's hair clasp, thank you {{// x.

Aberystwyth High St (19/9/22) -
Everything has shut down for the Queen. Ghost town for the Queen. Another dead seagull. It is midday and all the anti-Royalists are out. ‘We will be closed between 10.30am – 2.00pm on Monday 19th September for the funeral of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II / SPAR’. I went to the garage and bought some chocolate. My friend buys tins. Fish and chips shop and pubs are open. The mannequins glare behind shaded black. Some of them are wearing black this week, even, and some of them hold SUN flowers. Thup thup thup slipper-like feet on the grey pavement, dressing-gowns and rosy cheeks rosier than usual. De-vi-ance. Black clothes in pictures. Black + white notices in all of the windows. Black.   Black. The Queen’s white hair is a complex halo. Crash crash crash, waves.

Newtown Ghost Town (16/9/22) -
No waiting-rooms at the station, they’re waiting for buyers. Big towering mill (proto-Amazon will say Textile Museum man). Phoenix Furniture Centre temptation: garage/dance tunez, fake blue orchids on multiple tables laid for dining. What was the way of the Sports Hall before? The Railway Tavern is closed before 10, and a single lens from someone’s glasses is on the pavement. McDonald’s to the left standing outside Queen’s Head pub – massive hanging baskets – Burger King to the right, TESCO on horizon. BK Drive Thru says ‘The easiest game of limbo ever: Clearance 2.8m’. Glass pavilions for sale from Evans Windows, Red Mango Fine Indian Cuisine EAT OUT TO HELP OUT. Kwik Fit and bp garage ‘Shop ‘n Drive’ and ‘Wash ‘n Drive’ + Costa Express. Detouring past the main junction from station to town-centre, decide I’ve gone too far at the garage; turn around and cross back over guided by Maccy D’s and the Queen’s hanging-basket Head again to refind my way. Find myself in one of the council-run carparks, empty on a Friday morning in autumn’s tickle. TALWCH YMA PAY HERE universal slogan. Donation boxes under Robert Owen portraits later. Queen’s Head is missing it’s ‘A’, I can see now from here. A sign explains Newtown’s ‘Greatest Survivor, Standing Tall for Over 350 Years’, the ‘Newtown Black Poplar Tree’. War Memorial, public toilets. ‘FAMOUS SHOP’ selling ‘FOOD     DRINK     SWEET’. A map of the town next to the loos on ‘Gas Street’ leading to river Severn and bridges to sprawling new-town residencies where shoppers take their loot in Tesco plastic bags spilling from rucksacks. The Post Office advertises ‘One-Stop Party and Balloon Shop’ with hyper metallick banners and streamers. Leaning on the city’s grey stone-wall to rest a clip-board left-hand. Café opposite memorial’s called HEALTH LOADED NUTRITION BAR. Rowan berries turn orange. Nothing is open; I’d like to charge my phone after quick decision to come here on reduced-Robert-Owen-opening-hours discovery this morning. In just half an hour so many green-manned junctions crossed. The war memorial is on a traffic island garden – I sit on a bench in there, anomaly pedestrian in engine-whirlpool euphoria. Navigate toward Lidl west, church south, black clouds and scorch sun both threaten. I am lost but see another sign for ‘Town Centre’ and italicised ‘i’ in a box: INFORMATION. ‘FLEXIBLE LEASE TERM’ signs on big office buildings, ‘Newtown HAND WASH CAR WASH’. Old woman with a hip bright yellow Ruck Sack trots by. More windows mourn the Queen. I am suddenly on the High Street. Fabric Shop, Cancer Research, Powys Animal Welfare, chaos: a charming book corner, crochet table-clothes, probably beanbags. Plenty of knitting tools and folders. Scummy plastics. Tupperwear. Red-rubber hot water bottle. Tempted to buy a kids WALES t-shirt in the same red lure. More closed cafés (it’s past 10 now). Rain is coming but I’m in a hood. Well-dressed mannequins at Sally Ann’s. I am jealous of a daughter and her nan overheard seeking a café, too, together. Apples in a box, spider plants in a tray. Leggings with pandas and moons on them and something motivational. More traffic islands. Plant shops. Empty streets, weather’s grey helping ghosty expectations. Occult owls or dragons peer from CR3ATIVE DESIGN. Silver skulls under baseball caps in a flaaash menswear store. I’m at the banks-junction – HSBC, Barclays, Coral – and seek caffeine. ‘NEWTOPIA’ art-shop is closed for good. There are no plug sockets in Café Market Hall. Towers of cut glass. Pornographic lighters, Blues ballads, and many alarm clock on ubiquitous stall of spanners and belts and watch-straps. Here’s the rain. Phew, Bear-Lanes-70s-precinct umbrella. 'Shoes for the Soul '. Choux for the sole. Swimming-poool chlorine vibe. Knitted post-box monarchy memorialising – ‘isn’t it lovely?’ – gets rained on. Focus dwindling. Coffee for me, and a charge for the cellphone. Ghost ginger-bread man in Costa and I am a traitor.

Felixstowe Spa Pavillion (4/10/21) -
She likes the sea when it's fiercest. 'The Tide is High' is playing uncannily in this 70s-carpet-room with mysterious bar draft taps. She sits in bed in the middle of the night imagining letters she'd write to people from all across her life now she can no longer hand-write. A liberation and an oppression. The bathroom is incredibly pink and tiled, with fake white flowers (orchids, + tiny pearlz). The sinks are white orchids. There is blue soap in the dispensers and spots of water diamonding on that kind of glittery matte bathroom floor. A dead dandy-long-legs is on the toilet seat I will sit on. If old writers could have taken phone photos instead would they have? Good Morning, Midnight finished this good morning. A man sat with a chalice of lager in the triangled window with his wife, waiting for their lunch (sandwich and chips). Want to be them. Sea silently crashes at the window. Skateboarding once tried to happen at the round-a-bout outside. What a mistake - all the gems were inside. Tattered old extinction rebellion poster on a wheelie bin on the seafront leaving the 1940s romance, conversations dancing quietly at + tables +.

Porte de la Chapelle (21/8/18) - 
Paris on an unknown day of Ramadan. Little fuzzy nameless cat toy on small wooden shelf next to mattress, big conifer out of the winda. I ran down the street and back up again, big Boulevard Macdonald. 219 Macdonald, Crimeà newsagent's good directions. Centre social et culturel Rosa-Parks. Marx Dormoy, Rue de Evangile. Bachelard, no. A bug bit my ankle. Scrolls n scrolls of glowing messages with rainbows and other emojis, numbers, addresses, gaming locations and match making individuals, families, symphonies of good people, for beds for the night.10pm, still 10 groups to go. Two 'foit' and 'fatigué' ladiiies. Dark green line. Off we go. 'Ça va? Ça va?' Ate baguette, offered me too. 3 of us holding hands, tears. 3 Metro tickets, boistrous Metro night.Lamarck, 90 steps, eventual lift. Husband on phone.A heart, couer, was hurting. He told me she was fasting and to help see that she ate at night. Of course. Big rucksacks. Avenue du Junot. Last stretch. Phone out of memory - too many photos of flowers and strange light and animal toys - so written map of notes it was . . . insufficient. Voice doused with heavy hope, good strangers. Irish Angel in ENGLISH . More directions. Thank. You. Everybody in Lamarck looks immaculate (Woody Allen film), talking cosy, drinking wine, bars fluttering the streets, colourful luminous butterflies coming and going as they please.Sick sick sick, I bite back tears.'38', '36', '29'. . . . '23', where are you? sO weary nOw... 'bis 23 rue du Junot'. Yes.In. Lavish red-pattern carpet. 'Ça va? Ça va?' 'Ça va.'... Like winking at eachother, deeply. Greetings from resident in their bed on arrival - 'Hello'. 'Do "they" speak French?', quick, brief exchanges. Plz put ur bags down, girls. Pangs of anger. Me a glass of water? Not they? 'No, thank you.', two good-byes - a kiss on both cheeks always - and 'Bon courage' to the residents... 'Bon soirée' to the two. Fly fly fly down Carpet Rouge, burst burst to the street ('Porte' button to leave, not real, big big gilded wood doors out of - sanctuary - 'bis 23'). More tear-biting. Thank  f * * *  that's done. Uncanny bar passing Metro (I'm walking), Café Refuge. . . ffs. F*** it, another Metro, safely back to Marx Dormoy company, and the night, thnkgod, continué. .. . . refuge ...

The Lexicon, Bracknell (17/5/18) - 
Neuropathways are traffic. 'Princess Square', shiny floors only slightly dulled by decades of journeying from Boots to Sainsburys to Argos, is being usurped. Big pre-fab re-gen LEXICON monument-in-progress is ungenerously studded with strategically-placed 'wild flowers' around the escalator Heart. Painted underpass moat hints at pasts that are like fairytales in a manufactured location where, rootless, some flock to make their 'small' fortunes, others turfed out here, some wind up. It's home. Is it? A new Saviour voice to transform the tired new town ... rivaling Windsor, rivaling Reading, your old Ldn. Soundtracks of nature boom thru giant plastic boomboxes in this 'Forest' Borough; images of weeds are enshrined in shiny metal inlays among shiny nu shops which raaze rainforests and pay their displaced rural peoples a pittance or notthing. And still we use Garnier and Head-and-Shoulders and Palm-Olive, agonising over the perfect curve of our silly heads covered in God's hair.

Extinct Waterstones Café, Bracknell (17/8/15) -
Across from us sits a man in a shirt saying 'Roof of the World' on it. He is with his mother and grandmother at a small, ciircular green marble tabelle. For a long whyle, none of them spoke. Then, they did. The man has a crinkled smile and a smooth, taught face. The eldest woman is fuluffy and white, and the younger has a head of R u st. They allll get up to leave. They look like a STRONG trio. Isn't that nice. O,

Paris Orly Airport (16/4/14) -
Man wears sandals with socks and clasps a mirrored bag. He takes his glasses off and replaces them a few times. Her earrings look as if she was born wearing them. <3 <3. Peoples’ clothes don’t fit them properly. Pret-a-Manger. The toilets at the South End Terminal are deserted and there was a massive queue at the North End. 

University College London (16/4/14) - 
Pre-Socratics. Give mum her necklace. What ‘aesthetics’ in philosophy is. Impersonal austerity (MOMA, Minimalism). (Post-minimalism, Guggenheim). Revision. Practise papers. Mark scheme. Type up lecture notes. Decide theme focuses, think about exam questions. The Garden Museum, Lambeth Palace Road. Rose Bushes Under the Trees. Hot Numbers. Cartwright Gardens. Fanfarlo. Refreshments provided. Room D4 Max Rayne. J9 Screen I. KOKO, Ministry of Sound. Cheeezegrator.  ‘Articles to read over the next week’. Memory maps (be strict). Eden, Heligan. Lists and lists of things to do. Design for religion making. Serpentine Gallery. Lolo. Birthday card designs. Vienna (Café Drechsler 1060, Cafe Europa 1070, Café Pruckel 1010). Volksgarten. Freud Museum. Leopold Museum. Egon Schiele. Tod und Leben. FLOWERS. Kunst-Historistes Museum. Adam and Eve. Symposiums. Budapest. Eden. The Snail. Casa de la Musica (almost lost pen). Tivadar Csontvary Kosztka (‘Ruins of the Greek Theatre in Taomusia’, ‘Pilgrimage to the Cedars in Lebanon’). Geometric star images drawn. ‘Lebensraum’ planning. ‘Please can we be kind to eachother’. ‘I love you’. ‘I love you’. ‘Do you know where Canterbury is?’. ‘I think so’. Find a way to make bed higher. Cloves. Glass house at W. Roses. ‘Twice in a Blue Moon’ (‘favourite’). KEMPS. Dalmacija Restaurant. 1 Time values. Vlaha Bukovca. Blue Room. Sid & Serena. Maraska. 2 Pitch names and notation. Summer reading books. Canterbury Cathedral. ‘Lots of figures from the Bible’. Water at the entrance. Donation box. ‘The truth will make you free’ (in Greek). New and old stained glass. ‘Welcome to Canterbury Cathedral’, ‘Over 600 volunteers’. Details of myths book. Shops in Covent Garden. Kew Gardens. Paris-Orly -> Bastille. Hampton Court Palace. More star geometrics. Four-poster beds, travelling beds. Portrait of an Ideal Family. Nox. Bosch. So many eggs. Dreams exhibition in Paris. Dates about Athens. Complete Works of Thomas More. Festival Hall.The Festival of Britain. The ‘Skylon’. Iconoclasm at the Tate Britain. Addresses. Drawings of statues. Cassone (marriage chests). Gutenberg. Renaissance / western bias. Cumberbatch / Bandersnatch. Glossary of terms. Wallace Collection. Dissertation. Material Excess in Thomas More’s Utopia (/Material and Spiritual in Thomas More’s Utopia). The aging of pigments. Epistemology in the Republic (PHIL2038). Last night, Annie and I saw. The bathroom had mirrors and shelves to put bags on, and the hooks on the backs of the doors were attached with double-sided tape. Three trips in and out, to get two glasses of £6 rosé. Tony Robinson. The man next to us – fuzzy-faced – told us the composer’s name. At the interval we talked about Saturday. We walk to Leicester Square tube station and say a happy bye until Saturday. A walker-by said they liked my hat. The box of 2/4 cupcakes (pink and yellow) were still on the platform. Kissmiss.Email addresses. Patrons and portraits. Purgatory. How to recognise donors? Titian. Brush strokes. Lace-work. Techniques. Self-inscription. Rosemary. Virtue Ethics in the Republic. £34, £50. Many women died during childbirth. Virgin Mary exempla. Emulate. Birth plates. The most expensive things are in the bedroom. Cartoons. Elsa Schiparelli, ‘evening coat’. The Cult of the Kimono. The Pursuit of Perfection. Imported materials. Big operation. Common justice. A Fallacy in the Republic. Hans Holbein’s Ambassadors. Moral Psychology. Strange Beauty. Flying fish. Feminism. Proportions. Basel 1543. Where are landscapes positioned? ‘Doubting Thomas’. Ripped out pages. St Agatha gets bodily torment. Essay techniques. Candle-lit. 2 x cassone in the National Gallery. The Martelli Mirror. Birth Tray with the Triumph of Love. Visual feasts. Tiled smoking gallery. Third man argument (possible solutions to). Arguments and analysis. Don’t overcomplicate things. Plato drafts. Dear Auntie Joan, / So sorry to hear about your sad news..., drafted and proof-read by ykw. Lessons: Follow instructions for washing, Make sense. Categorising knowledge. Adam Smith. Drafts. Notes. ‘Piecemeal career in politics’. On Liberty. Etc. Utopianism. Third Year. Beauty. Mind-maps, notes, plans. p.60. Intellectual Origins of Marx. Present from Paradiso for x. The Light Show. ‘Hypnotic’ says older woman. Repetition. Sensate experience. Different installations at the Light Show. The Light Box. Soft light. I was engaged. ‘Like balloons in PRINCESS DIARIES’. Cancelled class. Room 4. Theme for these two weeks: criticism of liberalism. ‘Aphoristic style’. Mexican Revolution. Chapman Family Collection. Submit old essay with new essay. Return essay. Photos of dogs. ‘Ha ha’. Revision doodles/illustrations. 30 April, 1 May. Socrates. Lists of quotes. ‘Contact philosophy department’, p.269. Three ingredients. Mirrors-of-Princes. Dar Es Salaam. ‘Secondary ends’. Race. HIST6001. Plans (mind-maps) and drafts. Tiny neat writing, reams of it. Clouds and clouds ^.  Notepads. Course choices. Potential timetables. Wow. ‘Preparation to do before getting back’. Painting Before Giotto. Dolphins anciently. Gothic painting. Divine Comedy. A timeline about Baroque and Rococo. Sister Wendy Beckett . Vermeer etc. Course breakdowns. The Penguin History of Latin America. A map of Latin America. 'Plato to Nato'. He told us he had been an undergraduate student at UCL. Royal Mail 08457950950. Class either Friday 12-1 or Wednesday 11-12. ATFQ. Concepts. ‘Painted Space / Space of Paint’ (lol). I forgot how much piss used to be taken out this academic stuff. ‘Choose essay topic by next week!’. ‘suppositions, and that’s okay’? ‘impossible’? National flags. ‘Can never really know’. Low relief / high relief / in the round, bring £11 for Globe next week. ‘Affective’. Phyrric victory? Motives? Reputation for holding his cards very close to his chest. How radical was xyz? Diego Velazquez, THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION (1618-19). Rosy cheeks, pale face. Head titled downwards. Light shines from head. Lips closed. Dark background. Hair falls round shoulders. Lake. City in background. Temple, fountain, ship. Emblems (charm bracelet charms?). Water fountain. Translucent dove. Moon. Etc. And statuette. And Juan de Valdes Leal. Think about religious texts / speeches / papal bulls etc. Gadfly. 'Think' (image of lightbulb). Different coloured pen in a four-piece table. Nut shells on floor. City and Soul. Nietzsche says non. Elenchus. Main aim = justice. 4.15pm-5.30pm 302 23 Gordon Square History Department. British Museum next week. SS p.178. ‘v. tepid’. ‘Gradual Democratic Opening’. Eudaimonia. Telos. Reading lists. Thursday morning. Post-Peron. H House. Staircase. May Day gathering 1938. Find source! 5x8=40p! Green Closet. Negotiation. ‘The Perculiarities of Brazil’. Christian Humanism. Limning.jewel-like and precious. Shape of Chile .Hobbes. Regicide. Game theory. ‘Where does God fit into all of this?’. ‘Can’t really reduce to xyz’. ‘3 weeks to work on essay 1’,‘4 weeks to work on essay 2’.US relations. The Great Exhibition. ‘Moral implications of luxury’. ‘Surrealism – more distinct intentions than Romanticism’. Group 3 next week. Micro-reading workshop. 'Rainbow Portrait of Elizabeth I'. 'Benefit of Clergy', Erasmus. Dogma.Utopian Thought in the Western World. The banqueting house. The four winds. Lysistrata. Old man on donkey. Iconoclasm. Utopia. Civic virtue. The cough. The whispher at the end of. Control and town planning. Yoga and Christians. David Harvey, Spaces of Hope. Mostly black and some pink pen. Trafalgar. Flute girls. Wine mixed with water. Papal Rome. Empty tomb. Ceno taph. Ear dumplings - Poland. 4 1/2 m(b?)illion objects in the V&A.... 'Britain can make it' 1951. Evidence. Migration. Glamour. Hedonism. 'Shamelessly elite'. Man with a Camera. Woman sleeping. Tree in wind. Hair salon. Etc. Square grey stone / pink bare feet / ivy stone / old moss seat / beach above / sky below / inside, go. Images of moving buildings. Women holding birds. compasses and men. 'W ithin the new modes of exhibition in the nineteenth century, how does the female form function as a site for the inscription of modernism, and in what way does this vary among artists of different movements?', 'Introduce artists one by one, but compare as you go with VISUAL ANALYSIS’. Fluid medium of water. The Left in Latin America. The Pink Tide. 1st February (Rousseau). Dehumanise. ‘I love you’. Verb grids. Possessive adjectives. Interogatives. Questions.