Tuesday, 17 October 2017

'ku 17.10.2017

university town stumbling upon the unemployment office


eating charcoal ice cream new moon


no day
rain has a habit
of starting


there also there russet leaves


Friday, 13 October 2017

'ku 13.10.2017

new moon
a crow bathes
in the puddle


long night
a skype call
rings out


- stoic colons appear
as things-in-themselves


the sun caught
in the river’s flow


Thursday, 12 October 2017

'ku 12.10.2017

foreign takeover
a fleck of paint
under my fingernail


freshly cut field
I give my father
the bigger slice


geese overhead
a classical radio station
moves into range


autumn clouds
geese move in and out
of formation

Remedios Varo. The Task

Wednesday, 11 October 2017

'ku 11.10.2017

autumn haze
the harbour
moves further away


heating vent
between the tenements
a bird disappears


through my breath a tulip learns to speak rainbow trout - cold day


the wood-pigeon finally sees me - autumn breeze


Victor Hugo. Mushroom. 1850

Tuesday, 10 October 2017

'ku 10.10.2017

a mountain on fire autumn mist


the dog’s mouth winter storm


wish bone nebula
an orphan chips
the honey-moon


autumn rain
the sound of my son
filling his nappy


John Cage. Dramatic fire. 1989

Monday, 9 October 2017

'ku 9.10.2017


of immigrants 

the amphibian’s eyes
moving above
a rhododendron 



on the hospital bus
not a single petal
realises the surface

on a misted window
a child’s dolphin



autumn sky
the fish tank
at the doctors


behind the monkey puzzle
the moon 
behind the clouds


Friday, 6 October 2017

'ku 6.10.2017

using my journal
as a plate -
this lemon cake
not unlike


this way too


sunflower machinery the rice fields as snowfall w/ sticky fingers mortality darns an end of summer


seascape mother’s maiden name on the surf finding a hierarchy of doom a fetus creates a boat


Esteban Vicente. Untitled. 1959

Thursday, 5 October 2017

'ku 5/10/2017

news of a shooting
thoughts wander
to greying hair


autumn light hydrangea the colour of midnight


end of the day
tar spots
on the sycamore


cherry trousers

flees narrate
the sky

a crab fills
the banks
w/ a bum note


Vincent Van Gogh. Poplar Avenue in Autumn

Tuesday, 3 October 2017

'ku 3/10/2017

beyond the cemetery walls - a dog’s squeaky toy


beneath giraffe wool surgery plays a ladybug the third act finds the ghosts of summer gone to seed

 Mark Rothko - Emerald Bay  

relative to seven triangles & a day moon I long to be somebody’s uncle from chicago

Yves Tanguy. La Grue des Sables. 1946

just above
the sound of a river
a robin’s call

Monday, 2 October 2017

from the fifth edition of 'the cherita : your storybook journal'

the ghost’s stutter

leaves to fall

beyond the river’s bend
a magpie
flies straight


willow herbs in seed

I find a new faith
in ghosts

forgotten melodies
roll out
an endless sky


From the fifth edition of the cherita : your storybook journal


Unichi Hiratsuka. Megane Bridge. 1935

Friday, 29 September 2017


autumn breeze
the coffee
still too hot


battle weary

the millionaires
of convex combinations

loan out bedpans
which produce hallucinations
of lonely dachshunds


death has left me behind - autumn dusk
Issa (own translation)


Tuesday, 26 September 2017

beech nuts and blackberries

Today we visited Linn Park. The air was mild & full of autumnal mist. I picked some beech nuts and ate them w/ blackberries. Wild grazing is possibly the most dignified way to eat.


Some 'ku from yesterday:

below the corpse
a mackerel
prays for rain


offering an oak
a hillside
herb trousers

Monday, 25 September 2017


tank gods woo
a hunchback -
tubular jesus

bruschetta idolatry
I wish upon
a turban squash

new socks
- we escape
wearing soil

Saturday, 23 September 2017


autumn equinox
the last light of summer
caught in the yew’s berries

slow dusk
the water’s surface
takes a vacation

autumn equinox
I ask a fisherman
about the salmon

the clouds 
become architecture
a dream
falls into
a big nothing

Thursday, 23 March 2017

Impulse to Knowledge

Watching the apple trees along the banks of the white cart I become a roast chicken and hang there with last years leaves and the odd rotten apple. In this I am tree, leaf, rotting sticky piss, puss bugged apple and a half a goddamn roast chicken upright ape hybrid. Chuck chuck. Oh me and those opposable thumbs.
The sperm leaves the blossom real fast. At the same time it becomes a foetus it makes a sandwich. No pickle, please. Chuck chuck. Eventually, with no condiments, I move beyond the becoming of this or that and even that. Now perched, whole heartedly, on the cog we named the ‘impulse to knowledge’.

facing the wrong way a daffodil

Jordan B Peterson. 45 minutes on a single paragraph of Nietzsche's Beyond Good & Evil