CUT COLD:
I’m writing this on the fly, moving fast between
late last night & early this morning. Bones
just thawed out from cruising with cameras along
the South West rim of Essex – sub-zero winds.
We met at 8:00am in a bunker festooned with razor
wire in the shadow of last years biggest gig on
Earth. The poetry of back street alleys welcoming
us back like prodigal sons. River Road, Creek Mouth,
Dagenham Market, bright colours splashed with lorry slurry,
hand painted signs,’hope’ grinning back in the face of
triple-dip. The smell of the chemical earth, the debris
of life’s great belly button turned into pellets for
burning in the furnaces of the world, places that’ve
never heard of Dagenham.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Can’t wait to dance with you in Mexico!!!!
I got this Italian guy beside me on the way to Vegas and he talked a lot about his new business, some vegetabilie waste conversion to energy. It was very interesting, although I was looking forward to dancing with you in my headphones all the way.
That space between late night and early morning is one of the most delicious spaces to write in…everything otherworldly and silent even while cities roar.