Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Overhead is opal turning sapphire,
Down to turquoise, and then blue.
The sun is cold upon the trees
On the far side of the reservoir.
A weeping willow, a reedy bank,
A few leaves, downcast, waiting.
And now three swans approach,
Looking for bread, expecting none.
They glance, reflect and dazzle
Like tomb light on the darkest day.
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Upstairs in this place. I'm going to take a string of pearls away with me. It's mine anyway, so that's okay. But then it's much longer than I thought. Twice round the neck is not enough. And apart from pearls in a row, I find it also has those chunky, fashionable glass and acrylic shapes. I'm worried now that it might not be mine, after all. I take it off and put it in my coat pocket where it barely fits. Down a flight of stairs and J.... is working on the landing floorboards, by an open door to a grand, empty room. Without ceasing to work, he makes his usual self-possessed and good-humored banter about me leaving. Normally I would stay a while and go into the room, but I'm too worried that he will notice the pocket of my coat bulging with the huge necklace, which I try to keep turned away from him. Even though it was mine, I feel like I am stealing it from the house.
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
In a hotel room. The small picture is doing something terrible, something it doesn't want anyone else to know. What it was is about to vanish from my mind, so I put it on the corner of the bed, and try to capture it by filming with my phonecam. But it resists by creating a deafening sound and starting to burn, the more I try to get an angle to record it, the more intense the burning. It burns like magnesium, only crimson. There's someone at the door. I am afraid. A person is there and there are many other people looking out of their doors or near their doors in the corridor. "Your music is very loud."
Sunday, August 21, 2016
I am in a friend's place, chatting with her husband. He asks, "Are you close, intimate, you two?" I say, "A bit." Just then she appears in a full length flannelette nightie on her way to bed. She's indifferent to our conversation but looks like she might be thinking it's a bit late. I add, "Not really."
Sunday, June 12, 2016
Running here there and everywhere very lost in New York. Nearly midnight in a big industrial yard where they're closing up. Run up the hill and call to the guy closing up, can you help me, I need to get a cab. A strange hotel with miniscule rooms. Two girls next door seem cheerful. From my room I go back down to the lobby through a tube that is quite claustrophobic, surprised not to be more anxious but I fit through. Then in Dublin running for the 19 or is it the 19A? in Parnell Square. The bus is a hybrid of a bus downstairs and a floor of a building upstairs. I am on board, I made it.
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
Walking down a small street, a busy street, with -. It's moving to think this is where some historic figure was when he heard something. She clings to me. A very loving feeling. We stand together that way, looking down the street as others go by. Then turn to go back still embracing. This is not who I thought would love me. Another passes & smiles to see how we are now so close. It's the same one.