rill: a rivulet, on land or moon
tyskie: a polish beer (which I bought from the off-licence or offie,
snug is the part of the pub which is generally small and warm, or
snug) I happen to like which I was drinking with my takeaway
field of the cloth of gold: I'm playing with collages made from the
foil in cigarette papers, gold and silver. The EU treaty is also in
the news, hence http://www.luminarium.org/encyclopedia/clothofgold.htm
integrated catalogues: is a conversation I'm having with myself about
my art and what's required to "fit-in" with an institution, and
whether or not it's worth doing.
hope that doesn't spoil the mystery, I guess it needs reworking
On Fri, Mar 7, 2008 at 1:51 PM, andrew burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Roger - I hate to let this go unmentioned coz it has lots of energy and
> imagery. I just can't get hold of its tone or attitude or point-of-view - I
> seem out of the cultural mix it is involved in, although I do love and get
> involved in these lines:
>
>
> a nibs last stand
> in the integrated catalogues of the night
> fingers sticky with msg-laden gomph
> weary with the weight of the world's biggest spring-roll
> lays down to rest by the sound of the rippling rill
>
> Mystified a little by 'rippling rill', as I was by 'tyskie' and some other
> bits - mystery is not such a bad thing ...
>
> Andrew
>
>
>
>
>
>
> On 07/03/2008, Roger Day <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> >
> > the shredded beef was a little sticky
> > the spring-roll as big as two fists wrapped in plaster
> > the tyskie sweet, a little strong
> > lace-curtain shiver to the slight breeze
> > unregarded, a thankyou note from an institution serves to remind
> > the ides are just around the corner
> > plaguing the offie and the snug
> > bending brushes over the lip of pond-green jam-jars
> > making extravagant pens bustle and burst
> > in the convenience store and the rotten-tooth graveyard
> > yard-sticks are for measuring
> > heinz ketchup is for chips
> > plasticine people must rampage through the cupboard and onto the broad
> > strokes
> > the clock's last stand
> > it's as if an army of two would play knock-down semantics
> > in the field of the cloth of gold
> > the silver nightmares of the limitless realms of fancy
> > a nibs last stand
> > in the integrated catalogues of the night
> > fingers sticky with msg-laden gomph
> > weary with the weight of the world's biggest spring-roll
> > lays down to rest by the sound of the rippling rill
> >
> > --
> > My Stuff: http://www.badstep.net/
> > "She went out with her paint box, paints the chapel blue
> > She went out with her matches, torched the car-wash too"
> > The Go-Betweens
> >
>
>
>
> --
> Andrew
> http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
> http://www.flickr.com/photos/aburke/
>
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My Stuff: http://www.badstep.net/
"She went out with her paint box, paints the chapel blue
She went out with her matches, torched the car-wash too"
The Go-Betweens
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