SHEPHERD:
Grabbed camera & ran to greet the Shepherds warning.
(K)
Saturday 7th December
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Friday 6th December
NOT:
Having lain awake thinking about it, showered about it,
walked the streets at dawn about it, I have nothing
profound to say, nor words to celebrate a life.
I’m going to take some time to be quiet with this, in the
corner of a cafe before the city wakes.
(K)
Thursday 5th December
MISSION:
The Black haired Boy, the Raven Black Haired Boy whose Hair
like feather daggers threatens to cut us when we get too close.
The Gypsy-eyed Boy with a hole in his ear you can see the
whole world through a Black Ring sucks it in, Hangs off the
Rail in an Underground train, His skinny legs jiggling to a
silent Rhythm in His head. His skinny jeans, Black leather roots
like loafers glue him to the Spot. His feet, independent of His legs
don’t dance – they know something His head forgot. His pale &
impatient Face, His breath, anxious to leave His body.
“We are being held at this station due to a passenger taken ill
on the train in front – we do apologise for this inconvenience”
says the driver
“Get down Goldfish!” says the Boy in my ear “How long does it take? –
get ’em off – get ’em off!”
Then in clipped tones, to his mate, the Unseen.
“We gotta Leave!”
The Unseen friend stares off into the distance, he’s already left us,
on a mission.
(K)
Wednesday 4th December
BEHIND THE YELLOW LINE:
“Let thee people off thee train first please,
Move down inside thee carriage & make use of
‘all-available’ space.
Make use of ‘all-available’ space.
Stand clear of thee doors.”
I missed three trains just to hear her say that again. such was
the beauty in her rhythm.
(K)
Tuesday 3rd December
PICTURE:
The girl with the Japanese hair is a Movie. The papers scattered
on the floor, the morning news with a picture of you naked looking
lost into the camera. A picture of you jumping on the back page,
punching the air in celebration. A picture of you pointing,
grinning, selling something I can’t live without. A picture of you
sitting, staring off into the distance, abandoned on a train, riding
with the , sliding with the girl with the Japanese hair who cuts the
knees of her black jeans to fit the picture. Close your eyes now,
see the picture, the wait is over, here it comes.
(K)
Monday 2nd December
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HOWLIN’:
Thornbush & wood dance in the dark as we pack bags, primed for
the ride to town. Abandoned cars hum to themselves in carparks,
patiently waiting to be reclaimed beside the steely twins.
The house creeks hot water pipe rhythms, footsteps in the rooms
above the kitchen. All lights on, mimicking summer’s cheer to start
a day on the goodfoot – listening to Howlin’ Wolf.
(K)
Sunday 1st December
RIDE:
Carless back lanes between fields, connecting patterns
of fallen leaves with the rhythm of the pump of pedals.
Select the toughest gear for the circuit & enjoy the burn.
Autumn is starting the smell like winter, comedic birds
bounce between barbed branches plucking berries, circle
in ariel displays, preparing for distance. We cross the
white line, slip outside the box for an hour, riding
side-by-side in silence, bonded in freedom, feeding
off the rush of oxygen & adrenaline.
(K)
Saturday 30th November
NEWS:
Horror on the news from the North as a cherished city takes
a direct hit. Late night radio, recollections of people
caught by the full force & people helping people in the worst
of times.
(K)
Friday 29th November
PERFUME:
The streets were full of howlers calling my name,
“Come out to play”. Press the button, step back &
watch it all light up. Amen street corner smokers,
out of town accents. Everyone smells different to
THE home I love, the rich aroma of that old familiar
perfume of a thrill.
(K)
Thursday 28th November
THE PHOTOGRAPHER’S ASSISTANT:
The Photographer’s assistant was a thoroughbred pony with a
fragile rider wearing a necklace of sophisticated gold & a
startled expression:
(K)
Karl Hyde 