FIRST WORDS OF NOTEBOOK Feb 1991:

The Union Jack flies over the offie on South Street
the window on the train says, ‘BECLAWAT’
A man with a polypropylene sack full of lumps across his shoulder
walks away from the railway
over the rubble of a collapsed wall & through the gap
or maybe that’s the shape of his head

The Railway Man
The Woolpack
No Smoking
Penalty £50 maximum

Last night we watched a copper chase a bloke 
in Liverpool street station
“Stop him! Stop him! Stop him!”

A builder in an orange day-glow vest 
gave him a rugby tackle
it was weet
a thrill
they hit the fresh marble & rolled

(K)

FIRST WORDS OF NOTEBOOK January 1991:

They’re dancing in black again
be careful where you tread

missing child
sick, poor or lonely?
think you ought to drink that?

live bait
realy amazing
this effect
dealer
we take coupons
we have ice
meet me at the station
lotto pot $2 million
we have ice
discount for cash

(K)

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FIRST WORDS OF NOTEBOOK November 1990:

We drove through the Berlin Wall from East to West last night.
Passing through the places we’d stood a year ago, looking east.
The worst was yet to come, finding out in Philli is was Dali 
who scripted us after all. Waiting in a disused annex of an
East German conference centre – brand new for years, smelling 
of grannies & mothballs, waiting for Stanley Kubrick to shoot 
2001.

(K)

FIRST WORDS OF NOTEBOOK October 1990:

Silence
raging silence
the gap between us widens 

Creeps & super-freaks
lets’s get lost!
Let’s get laid!

Local hero
whiplash willie
Mud honey
Motor Psycho 
Life as a dog

Polyester
what did I do to deserve this?
I’m screaming alone surrounded
In the belly of this city

How long does it take to dream?

(K)

FIRST WORDS OF NOTEBOOK July 1990 #2:

Core crikey Mrs., It’s a scorcher!
Your names Chalky White & I claim my £5

Semi-naked builders
beached in herds
on little islands of grass
follow 
as one eye & head
flocks of naked secretarial legs
en-route
to destinations 
of subservience 

My watch tell me it’s time 
to get some paper moved
my body tells me
that soon it will be
time for a more radical move

(K)

FIRST WORDS OF NOTEBOOK July 1990:

Fax me into the groove
a telephone’s ringing
this is the ultimate hit stop

Flashing lights
zeroing hit
go back to the top

I want to do it 
un-precious with no history
you can see the past
in a child’s eyes

What is obvious
is not intent
scream at me
this is where I want to be

(K)

FIRST WORDS OF NOTEBOOK 22.6.90

Squattin’ on me black bag
18:37 – Paddington to Plymouth 
Stopping at Castle Cary for Galstonbury
and Turbo Rick Smith

I’m Mr Potato Head
Filing-Star-pop-clerk
I’m the fallen Angel in the city
From the city of fallen Angels

I am the fired egg
crossing the channel
in the empty stomach
of a hang over

(K)

FIRST WORDS OF NOTEBOOK 1989:

I was a fudge head Elvis
Sucked in by the cream
I was a Godman Chicken 
Spreading the word, 
“Don’t eat the bird!”

Down at the slaughterhouse
With Hungry Horse
Hungry Whores 
And sonic pimps

Now I got a new rage
I’m really wow!
Weaving like a drunk
with my sugar trout 

(K)

FIRST WORDS OF NOTEBOOK 1989:

Moon Bird on the 13th Ladder
Blonde armpit, blonde leather
Looks good, Y persist? 
Snail woman, Jesus
Wall of the sun,
The first act of homage has begun.

(K)

FIRST WORDS OF NOTEBOOK 1983:

He’s got that look in his eyes, Mother.
Songs about father, who’s got that look in his eyes.

We are eating on a boat
on a river
in about
5 minutes
Ya-hoo!

Do us!
Do us!
Do us!
Do us!
Do us!
Do us!

(K)