Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Thief

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

Noise

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 answer, though all will be lost. 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

Flannelette

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

Run

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

From the night thoughts notebook

I can't stop thinking the stupid way I think.

Where someone was when he heard something

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.

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Repeated inability

Military figures, like statues, need care taken.
A very impressive classical building, huge, with everything of the finest quality and the highest possible ceilings etc. I am leading some others there. Meanwhile a vast ceremonial parade is also going there.
Instead this is a different, no less impressive, building next door. It is busy. Amid office desks there are Irish military officers, all tall, straight, slim - so impressive - showing Ireland in a good light.
But I haven't found the statues that need care yet. And I realise I've forgotten my jacket. I have to go back for it, and so lose contact with my friends.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Story in Liars' League


Lin Sagovsky brings the characters in my story to vivid life in the Liars’ League “Justice & Mercy” event at The Phoenix, Cavendish Square in London’s West End (8 March 2016).

Wednesday, March 02, 2016

Hellenic

Embracing on the doorstep as she returns. A white uniform? Hellenic beauty.
"You smell like laundry, like clean clothes being taken in from the line."
The pressure on me of her body. I feel my body respond, I think this will work. We have to find a room where I can stay all day.
But danger. The balding head of a sinister man above a door. He's in. "Is that your landlord?"
"No, much worse." Child kidnapped, media all over.
Taking washing from a complex line arrangement like an airer. A hubbub. The child has been found.

Sunday, February 28, 2016

Infinity pool

Palace Hotel rooftop, Sliema, Malta
Don't jump out that far side.

Monday, February 22, 2016

From the night thoughts notebook

Given that there is something and something cannot come from nothing, there can have been no beginning.

Given that there is something and something cannot turn into nothing, there can be no end.

There has to be either something or nothing.

There cannot be nothing because there would be nowhere for there to be nothing.

There cannot be nothing because there is something and something cannot become nothing.

You cannot say there was a god who created something from nothing, because if there was a god then there was something. A god would be something. There was never nothing.

Something cannot become nothing but something can become something else.

We are part of the ever-changing something that always was and ever shall be.

This is the something that there is.

There is no nothing.

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Bitter melon

Bitter Melon
I hope you don't know what bile tastes like, but if you ever drank far too much alcohol then you probably do. If so, you know what bitter melon tastes like: bitter by name and bitter by nature. Some people's wives like bitter melon, in fact love it, in stir fry and casserole-type dishes but they are invariably insane.