I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 13; CAPTURE BEAUTY

  Beauty is breathtaking where breath is less and beauty is all. Beauty is breathtaking before it’s been taken from you, then we are no longer bound to blind and breath is less and less and less. We breathe in beauty in excess as if it were endless, as if we were never bound to […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 12, APPETITES

  Down in the dungeons of men’s minds, below the dance halls and the giddy galleries, deep in a declining darkness holding no pride over permanence, appetites edge on apps to ease entrance as dogs eat dogs. These are no longer the days of Wilde’s wit and wicked word play, temptations are no longer teased […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 10; THE SUM OF WHO WE ARE

  And we are all a sum of circles… spinning, spiralling, circling something, orbiting our own atmosphere, seduced by our own stratosphere, (oh, how we smell) chasing our own tails; can circles have tails or is it just dogs? Although Plato portrayed us as circles split apart; restlessly looking for the rest of ourselves, worrying […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 9; A MUSE ON A ROUGH ROUSE

  ‘You gotta be what you want,’ that’s what they say, ‘You gotta be what we want,’ that’s what they mean and, brother and sister, they can be mean. But we can’t all be compliant in complacency, we can’t all be kept compartmentalised into your conditions, I have my own conditions. Cotton Avenue has come […]

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