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Monthly Archives: July 2013
Sons
Sons A man made of skin and smoke on the bus beneath the viaduct, pointed out the odd black brick in the giant red bones and said each was placed for a man lost to the building of its … Continue reading
Posted in Words
Tagged age, black bricks, elderly, history, industrialisation, industry, midas in reverse, myths, poem, poetry, sons, story, urban myths, veterans, viaduct, war
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Lost Drawings
Recently found these drawings I did from around 2001 – 2002, whilst going through old papers. Bring back memories of living in a stifling flat, no money, medication, final reminders, listening to too much Joy Division, reading too much Orwell. … Continue reading
Posted in Thoughts
Tagged 1984, abstract, Art, dark, drawings, dystopia, faces, industrial, industry, joy division, Orwell
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Hands Under Water
Fireworks in the night sky Light up darkened cloud. There’s a boy on the coastline. Black waves will lift you down. Hands move under water; Let go of light and sound. Dust moves on forever. Answers that were never found. … Continue reading
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Tagged black waves, death, drowning, hands under water, Ian O'Brien, imagery, melancholic, midasinreverse, ocean, poem, poetry
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