Photographs taken at key moments, images as momentos of life as it occurs. Somehow these minature tokens have the ability to glorify a past event, and even to remove it from all context. Are they memories or has a transformation already occured?
Friday, 13 August 2010
I feel sick. I wanted to get over you so I slept with someone else, and now I feel sick.
Except now I don’t feel sick. Last night I vomited you up, last night and the night before. Now I feel refreshed, I have cleared the dead weight in my throat, I have transcended it. You have passed through me like a storm; you have died down now that we are no more.
We are no more; we are travellers in alternate universes. The sky tonight is very black, I think of your heart when I look at it. My heart is open like an accessible book, there is much to read between the lines, but I am here to help, I will narrate.
You are a ghost, an impression at most. You hair was dirty blond; your head was dirty too. I am an existent, existing in this time frame, present in the current mud, wearing boots, stepping in.
There are fools around these wilder woods, I am the trap that snares them in. There are no men, new man and wolves to be seen. We are dancing around the fire, fooling about like nobody’s children, we are warriors of various means, thieves and liars and lovers between. This is us, this is the dream, thankfully shedding the robe of what has been.
Wry fully wondering, silently wandering, we are the waste land and we are the steam. You are the fuel of the fires un keen, I am the richer for leaving you unseen.
Thursday, 5 August 2010
(Above: Our unattended throne, July 2009 @ Dalston Mill)
First it was you who
gathering up and retreating
cowardly jumped ship without me
and now i, abandoning my belief
have begun to slowly suffocate
the memory of us then
burying love in a shameful grave
so that i can see clearly how
we are non attenders now
of a non alliance here
not attending with utmost care
every meticulosity, we
undoing previous action
have religiously choosen separately
something other than what we were doing
when we were in attendance
to some choice past
that we have undone
and having done that
will not know
what of each other
we shall become