The holy ghost plays hooky

Agreement finds us. The holy ghost plays hooky. As it will be for a while. The windshields rooted. Wipers turned over. Lazarus knotted with neon jump rope. Rampage takes a lyre breeder. Hills of Athens - Tyson worships his pigeon god. Pesto fusilli. Full. Tires. Assessor. Rampage gets backwater to work the Russian assassination.

the whole universe 

a monk’s eye

in a monk’s head

Faith balances thinly in the dreaming narcissus. Autumn almost here for no one but itself. The sickly pallor of winter looms large and attempts to court a gentle breeze. This Autumn courts itself.

waking up feeling like a sheath of barley or a jaguar

Placenta key chains. The baby strikes a pose. Victory held in remorse. The villagers burn an effigy of a horse. Someone thinks of a shark. Another jumps over a chocolate bunny. To come of age amongst wildflowers. To smell shit and be shit. To spend your time either counting waves off the pier or idly visiting shooting ranges. To be a confederate flag. The child’s toy elephant drifting in and out of dimensions. 

cult rampage

a bicycle steals the

dollar store rouge

The Barbary coast a wash w/ day glo. Eyes fold beneath wrinkles into winks. A catfish that wants to be a brick - barbels and all. Copper mines stitched to an end w/ the hazel blossom. Sunrise over Bosnia. 

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Following its own scent downstream early man goes looking for an alphabet. A bloodhound dizzy in heat follows an ontological red herring. Like that scene in the movie IT - nomenclature tares off one of his limbs and drags his cadaver into an iron age sewer. The limp arm staring at rolling hills. A rain cloud moves aggressively over the fading scene.  

yesterday’s yarn

the harmless metaphysics 

of a mayfly

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All night St George travels. Along his travels he sketches a picture of a toenail. He makes many drafts of the same sketch. In a forgotten town a forgotten person sees him sketching and asks what  it is he’s sketching. George doesn’t tell him. 

ticking

a dozen ships 

 stray into a dream

‘I want to have the energy you see in those people in the movies. Those fuckers seem so rested. I don’t want the wealth, fame or any of that shit. I just want to never be tired again. Waking up feeling like a sheath of barley or a jaguar.’ George realises he’s speaking out loud and changes his focus to an oak tree in the adjacent field.  

destroying a thousand branches pigeons

The chambers stink. Something beyond metal. Something dead. Temperature leaks into the profit. The mind wanders into a plot of root vegetables. Soft smile. Soft brains. A child’s penny jar. 

molten bloom 

from a mercury matchbox

a soft parade

I presume sympathy illnesses are like the end of that Antonioni movie w/ the mimed tennis game.

not watching my hands

I feel confident 

I’m pressing delete

the dean of delphinium

twilight
a friend’s
bag of apples

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listening to a grasshopper the child becomes an egg

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the dean of delphiniums yellow fades to undergraduate

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soft serve ice cream somewhere a child dreams

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my dna
the river’s
source

wild juniper

bright midnight
the absent antiquity
of coffee
_________

electric god
the forest floor
covered in blueberries

_________

hot tarmac
a little too old
for that hair colour

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wild juniper the death of John Lennon

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curved space the child's hairline

soft mule

Examples -  Pound, quiver, verandas, vegetables, gods. Hands washed. Wild swans. A grey quill squiggles the clouds into being. Real good. Lemon over found cubes. The engine melts. Dreamed of Ian Sinclair, Hans Christian Andersen - no soundtrack or advertisements. The sacristy painted w/ familiar lemon under-notes. Soft incense. 

soft mule

the music

moves into a waltz

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Cool. Pleasant. The clouds fluffy copses. Breakfast - scone. Brewed hills. Scourge gods. Out early walking w/ the walrus. Muirend suburbs a soft engined meandering through Merrylee. At Overlee playing fields now - teeth filing files. Short look around - quick green pause. Onwards to Giffnock. Today the suburbs wear a crown; today the suicides are soft fried eggs. 

green green green….

the indifference

of leaves

A walk in Helsinki

It had been hot, low 30’s, the whole week I’d been here but I was eager to get a log walk in. So it goes. I’d taken a few pleasant walks earlier in the week but this had a little extra focus and miles to it. Out by 9am from Pohjois-Haaga. Real hot already. The plan follow, roughly the main cycle pass towards Helsinki and veer off towards Töölö and the coast ending up at the Sibelius monument. Nice.

Along the grass verges at Huopalahti station city workers are cutting the grass verges with remote controlled lawnmowers. It looks like a strange vision of the future. I have no real idea why they are doing this. Seems cool though. 

The walk towards Pasila is hot and gets hotter along the way. I cross over the ring road bridge just before Pasila station and enter the cool forest heading westwards. The cool trees shave a little of the heat off. But I’m still feeling it. 

Spiel through the woods coast bound a few wrong turns - obviously. Not used to forest paths and I’m a little over confident - stupid too. Finally leave the woods on Mannerheimintie. Road works growl. It seems louder after the sanctuary of the woods. Dust. Heat. Noise. Yellow green trams. The wildness of a city coming into noon after a sleepy languid morning. 

Find the coast and harbour. Paciuksenkatu. Strange green algae around the boats. Feel scared to breath it in. But holding my breath is not an option. I don’t die or explode. Breath out. Ah. People walking - disinterested, I presume, in my respiratory paranoia. People sitting on benches. Also disinterested. Some commuting to work on hip bicycles. Definitely disinterested. 

Follow the road down. A Mad Max convoy of tourist buses highlights my destination. Oh. I find the monument beautiful in between tourists pretending to hold it up. Gobshites. 

Slightly let down by the swarm of tourists I decide to take a peak at the olympic stadium. From the park I higgledy-piggledy through some side streets until the amazonian concrete and steel behemoths break the skyline. The ‘52 Olympic stadium is still being renovated - I was here 2 years ago and it was being worked on then. HJK’s stadium the Sonera is no slouch - must catch a game here some time. The Ice hockey stadium is here too. Everything is so compact in this city - I’m told it’s because of the harsh winters - keep everything together so people don’t have to hoof about unnecessarily and risk bear and wolf attacks.  

I take a few obligatory photos. After all I’m a higher grade gobshite tourist. I head back through the woods Pohjois-Haaga bound. On the way stop for pop and sweets. I lick a Tupla bar off the roof of my mouth as I pass through the last of the apartment blocks and home.  

Today's Walk

Late morning. Tramp through Hampden. Sun high hot. Under the bridge at Mount Florida Station. Pigeon shit. Trace the outline of the stadium. Semicircle. Think about being in the stadium. Remember being in the stadium. Follow the wasteland. Pause in buildings. Toryglen. Supermarket. Sports-centre. On to Asda for nappies. 

Walk around. Feel weird as always in a supermarket. The air conditioning feels good though. I scratch my arm. I like the way bread looks. I buy bread. Go to the cafe after buying what is needed. Coffee. Finish coffee. Caroline calls. She wants to go for a walk. I never refuse a walk.

Early afternoon Caroline meets us on Holmlea Road. We tramp through the suburbs of King’s Park cutting under the train station and then into the park. Even with the heavy rain earlier in the week the meadow still looks scorched and struggles. Spot a helleborine - nice. Follow the old trees around the park. Touch an oak leaf. Stop at the walled garden. Elliott comes out for a walk and a play on the shaded lawn. We chat and enjoy the weather.

Once at the edge of Castlemilk we start the process of looping back on ourselves through Linn Park. Up Simshill. Through Linn Park meadow. Yellow rattle, Scabious, Yarrow etc. Through the woods. Cool dappled light. Tramping along now with the White Cart water. Leave the park at the Snuff Mill bridge and then home for tea.