Decide to promote myself on spacebook, blowtube, twitface, plus a scramble of other platforms. Post vids of myself reciting poetry while dancing in mini-skirt, pantyhose and platform shoes on a plywood stage in the backyard. (more…)
Writings
Graham Allison – New Poems
Friday, July 26th, 2013Skeletal Manoeuvres
To be presented with the skeleton
when you were expecting
a living breathing beast
can be disconcerting
but it makes an impression
brings with it a stripped-down stylishness
of thrill and immediacy
which wanes
with repetition and your own aging
after you reach a certain point
the bones of a beast
are
the bones of a beast
they do not provide a full feast for all the senses (more…)
Dear Jo,
Sunday, July 21st, 2013I have a cracking new idea for you. No, you don’t need to write Harry Potter: The Wasted Years.
First off, here’s a name: Robert Galbraith. This is now your name. And here’s a small independent publisher that’s totally unrelated to Little, Brown for you: Sphere. They will publish your detective novel. I hear Sherlock is back in fashion.
I know what you’re thinking, but let me reassure you that the millions of Harry fans, and those random other millions who happen to have heard your name or seen your picture, will love the intrigue. Why did Jo hide as Rob? What could the book be about? Etc etc they’ll buy it, Jo, they’ll talk about you, and the shitty little authors out there will bite their collective purple tongue.
How are the rabbits?
Yours,
Bertie Knox
Agent Extraordinaire
Building
Sunday, July 14th, 2013The building is old. It smells a little musty from every aspect, every corner. Dust settles on vertical windows and mould creeps into not-quite-right-angled corners. It creaks and sighs. The building is split into flats. Doors face forwards and sideways and backwards. Letters are put in holes. Fragile connective strands hang, taut in the air. Two, three, four, five, six flats. One is underneath. One is forgotten. Inhabited by silence, except the odd mouse you hear if you go to check the gas meter in the basement and put your ear to the letterbox. Maybe two mice. No point in one mouse squeaking alone; everyone needs someone to communicate with.
Easy listening for Nothing Doing
Thursday, May 23rd, 2013
Some people like to read in peace and quiet; but for those like me who enjoy a little background sound to set the mood, here is a little playlist to go alongside Nothing Doing, written by Willie Smith.
Being a Freelancer. Week One. Day One.
Tuesday, April 16th, 2013
06:30 Wake up. Groan. Press snooze. Fall asleep again.
06:44 Wake up. Groan. Press snooze. Fall asleep again.
06:58 Wake up. Groan. Press snooze. Fall asleep again.
07:12 Wake up. Turn off alarm. Fall asleep again.
09:53 Wake up. Panic. Throw self from bed.
‘Click here’
Saturday, April 13th, 2013
Sometimes I just stare at my inbox waiting for an email to arrive. I don’t know why; even if it does it will probably be a company-contacting-me-occasionally-to-keep-me-up-to-date-with-their-latest-offers-that-I-can-unsubscribe-to-at-any-time. I will probably click on it too, have a little browse of the latest organic spray tan deals. (more…)
The Post-Holiday… Holiday
Tuesday, April 9th, 2013
‘I am currently out of the office. I am in Santorini. It will be very hot and very beautiful where I am going. When I return from holiday I might respond to your pleading request/s. It’s highly unlikely, though.’ (more…)
