- The Theme – El TemaTHE THEME The underlying theme running through each and every one of the works is the dichotomy between beauty and
- Communication of sorts – Una especie de comunicaciónCOMMUNICATION OF SORTS Chapter Nine Seeing Backstage When you remember someone who has died, more often than not you first
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- RazonesSe nos educa desde la cuna en la necesidad de saber los motivos de las cosas, sus razones, lo que
- El espectro de una idea – The Ghost of an idea“EL ESPECTRO DE UNA IDEA” Tiene que ver con la calma, con el sonido de guijarros arrastrados por las olas
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- Distance and Immanence in the paintings of David F. Brandon – An essay by A-SomaArt is a representation of the consciousness that conceived it. Other than as a critique of itself, it has no
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- El estribillo del juglar / The Minstrel’s RefrainLa carcoma excava en las parodias de nuestros desvencijados carros. Poco queda de nuestras verdadera artes escénicas. Termitas
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- Olmo holandésEl amor es un negocio La vida pequeños cambios Yo te la vendo a ti Me
- The Crematorium & Aboard Tugboat LondonThe Crematorium Dedicated to sepia Turners and Empires of fading Fighting Temeraires Life…Floating just Tugged out of gold leaf frames
- El Crematorio y A bordo del remolcador LondonEl Crematorio Dedicado al Turner sepia y a imperios descoloridos de Fighting Temeraires La vida…flotando a duras penas Remolcados fuera
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- Stabbing a Tree (Killing a Shadow)The city lights call me on I better be quick or you’ll be gone I’m the man that
- Images from the Edge of a Swimming Pool in AlicanteBlood on his hands Stale sweat drips into a mouldy sink Raindrops splash ripples onto an ocean of human
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- Mother Earth / Madre TierraFather, why couldn’t you love me as I needed to be loved? Mother, why didn’t I love you as you
- THE DARK GARDEN / EL JARDIN OSCUROA man stirs in his bed. Half-asleep, he revels in dreams of bloody colonial conquest, the tree lined beaches of
- EL JARDÍN OSCUROSu imaginación obsesiva observa sin pestañear, vaga en una fría habitación, el yeso agrietado, entre una cama sin hacer y
- A PRELUDE TO “THE DARK GARDEN”Normal 0 21 false false false ES X-NONE X-NONE At number eighty-nine, Little Red Riding Hood has taken off all
- GO FURTHER / ARRIESGA MÁSEn mi cabeza, un océano. Hay aceite esparcido en la tormenta. Las huellas de tus dedos se deslizan por las
- UGLINESS IN THE LOOMStumble and tumble do we through ages of cobwebs And hence, tightly wrapped Are thus forever trapped Sepia termites
- THE DARK GARDENThe obsessive imagination, it gazes unblinking, it floats, in a cold cracked plaster room, somewhere between a bed unmade and
- PERMITIDO NADAREl mundo moderno, transformador eléctrico, triángulo, peligro de electrocución, relé, repetir, interruptor del repetidor, encendido, apagado, sí, no, cero, uno.
- SAFE TO SWIMThe modern world, relay station triangle and danger of electrocution relay repeat, repeater switch, switched on off yes no zero
- BLINKParpadeo. Oscuras pero elegantes imágenes conducen al espectador a un mundo intrigante de frágil belleza, en el que las nociones
- LA DESINTEGRACIÓN DE POSEIDONPoseidón atisba, en un estado extracorpóreo transitorio, a distancia, su momento solitario de desintegración. Un nunca jamás convertido en érase
- EL VOYEUR¿Ella la ama? No la conoce ¿Se ama a sí misma? No se conoce a sí misma ¿Ella la amará?
- THE VOYEUR
- LA COTE SAUVAGEThere were black and white 1950’s detective movies playing every night on late night television. Televisions with valves. Black and
- UGLINESSStumble and tumble do we through ages of cobwebs and hence, tightly wrapped, are thus forever trapped. Sepia termites
- LA CANCIÓN DE ALBADonde éramos sólo Palabras Palabras crueles me dejaron mudo Pero sólo para tus ojos sonreí Regañada Profundamente reprendida Aceptado todo
- ALBA’S SONGWhere we were only Words Cruel words struck me dumb But for your eyes only did I smile
- A BLINKThere are a thousand more steps to take on cold, anonymous, rain sodden suburban paving, but I am near the
- UN PARPADEOQuedan mil pasos más por dar sobre un pavimento suburbano, frío, anónimo, inundado por la lluvia, pero estoy cerca del
- THE ARUM LILY, PRELUDE TO A THOUGHTThe detritus of a night’s drinking and eating, talk, bad jokes and good laughs, are spilt across the black
- THE ESPLANADEThey tell you there is no sign of hope You tell me there is no sign of hope Tomorrow there’ll
- DO YOU WATCH HER CHEEK CARESS THE SHEET?Do you gaze down upon her from way above? Do you reach out but fear to touch?
- EL LIRIO, PRELUDIO DE UN PENSAMIENTO (DELIRIO)El detritus de una velada nocturna, de la comida, de la bebida, de la conversación, de los chistes malos y
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- PRELUDIO DE UN PENSAMIENTO…. En la sala de maniquíes lo que parece cera lentamente se desliza fuera de las armaduras, con las caras
- KNIGHTS IN SHINING ARMOURYet another not so cool lazy southern Spanish siesta afternoon and five hours hereafter, there will be action under a
- SWEET TERRORIST GIRLS….In the hall of mannequins what looks like wax slowly slides away from the armatures with the
- LA MAGNITUD DE UNA OBSESIÓNFotografías, pinturas, escritos, arte. El arte revolotea en una memoria repleta, no le fue enviado, el arte simplemente se topó
- THE SCALE OF AN OBSESSIONMud on his boots, over the setting autumn horizon, deep into winter, aches on his way to an as yet
- EL SIGNIFICADO DE TODOEs tu montaje, tu fotomontaje empapado en vapores de sodio. Es una diminuta esquina de tu enorme universo inexplorado. Estoy
- ALBA READS FROM “DEAD CONVERSATIONS BURY THE LISTENER”I was meditating on a document for The Conspiracy of Beauty, pen and paper on the bed in front of
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- FURTHER QUOTES FROM “DEAD CONVERSATIONS BURY THE LISTENER”Her voice, his, this Bashir’s words, they floated in and out of understanding because I was floating in and out
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- THE DISINTEGRATION OF POSEIDONPoseidon glimpses, temporarily out-of-body, from afar, his lonely instant of disintegration. Never Upon a Time dissolved to become, once more,
- LA ÁNFORA DE PANDORA, LOCIONES Y UNGÜENTOS“¿Quién”, rumié, “andará rozando con sus feos labios agrietados su, oh, tan largo y elegante cuello? ¿Dónde, Pretty Girl, hija,
- WHAT IT ALL MEANSIt is your montage, your photomontage soaked in sodium vapours. It is your minute corner of your vast unexplored
- PANDORA’S AMPHORA (LOTIONS AND OINTMENTS)“Who”, I mused, “brushes, with their cracked ugly lips, her oh so long and elegant neck now? Where Pretty
- MUMMY TAUGHT MEShelves and shelves and damp shelves of dolls house amphoras in shifty and shifting shadows. Someone barred the peeling wooden
- AUTORETRATO DE UN ARTISTA AUSENTE (EL SÍNDROME DE ASCHENBACH)“…Míralos, mira al artista conceptual, a los intelectuales, tan elocuentes, a los dignatarios…” “…El Artista…Que lo tiene todo explicado
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- LA MUSA / THE MUSESobre el vello púbico, la carne de gallina y las magulladuras, sobre delicadas venas bajo una piel traslúcida. Pensó
- THE ONSET (VOICE IN OFF)“The girl? I am so attracted to her because she would be the daughter I imagine Alba would have had
- (ELECTIONS) DISSOLVE/RESOLVE/TRANSPARENCYThe transparent man was alone, transparently, sort of, in the middle of the transparent street lined with transparent protesters holding
- DISOLVER / RESOLVER (ELECCIONES TRANSPARENTES)En cierto sentido el hombre transparente estaba solo, transparentemente, en medio de la transparente calle flanqueada con manifestantes transparentes que
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- THE LUNATIC NOSTALGIC“You’re not very good.” “No.” “Will you return?” Life, Pussy, remember? You came home looking tired, delicate,
- THE LUNATICGalician oak keels stretch their ribs on Atlantic swells, Oceanus Procellarum. An ancient oak keel stretches its ribs on Atlantic
- BEAUTY BLIGHTEDSapphire blue my sequence you embrace as emerald green Heed the difference little mind The sapphire blue light bathes you
- EXILED NEAR WILLOWTOWN CREEK (WEEPING WILLOWS)This is the sorrowful story Told as the twilight fails And the monkeys walk together Holding their neighbours’ tails
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- THIS IS HOW IT WENTSweet terrorist girls, I drink to you… youʼll never know the reason why. Carrion, The Crow wonʼt alight, or play
- DELICATE, YOUR BODY TO SUCCOURDelicate, your body to succour, I smelt you; I smelt every intimate smell of you because I had smelt you,
- A LOST STORY FOR A LONG LOST DAUGHTERHow long has it been, Pretty Girl, since you emptied the house of your secrets, its secrets, packed them all
- TOUCH METhe King of the Dying Years sang to himself, for he was dying more gloriously than anyone else could possibly
- THE LEOPARDS (BIG CATS AND A BALD MONKEY)“Peter, this can’t go on. Simply can’t go on. Friday’s the limit. After that it’s the end, I can’t take
- A CHILD IS BORNMy father’s diaries and journals were hidden on the very top shelf of the kitchen larder. Hidden where he knew
- THE LIFE MODEL, THE MODEL OF LIFENineteen seventy two, late October, my memory feels it was a Thursday, perhaps Friday, in the life studio with my
- LA ÁNFORA DE PANDORA / THE IMP OF MISCHIEF“Mamá, ¿por qué todo este mar está tan salado? “Porque está todo lleno de miles de millones de años
- CHILDREN FOR SALEThe boat is hauled up onto the beach. The force used on the winch handle, winding the rusted but greased
- A GOLDEN TEAR IN GOLDEN RAIN (AN AFTER DINNER THOUGHT)Hard to see to finish my shave, what I heard, I gathered, was that you had just urinated most copiously
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- MANY WORLDS (AN AFTER DINNER THOUGHT AWAY)Towering piles of ledgers line the walls, floor to ceiling, between door and window, from window to door, hundreds, thousands,
- THE TIRED UNIVERSE, PART ONE, STANISLAV’S STORYTHE STORY OF STANISLAV AND HIS SWEET TOOTH Stanislav simply adores sugar. If one possesses a sweet tooth, it is
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- THE TIRED UNIVERSE, PART TWO, THE PERFECT ENNUIThey are supposed to be creating an appraisal of Hopkins’ The Leaden Echo. Some actually look like they are thinking.
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- THE TIRED UNIVERSE, PART THREE, THE IMP OF MISCHIEFUnder our slightly soiled continental quilt radiates a warm glow rather akin to strong light pushing through fingers clamped over
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- ON A COLD, ANONYMOUS, RAIN SODDEN SUBURBAN PAVEMENTSomewhere walks a fading memory of musky scents from herbal soaps, lotions and ointments. . Someone stalks a fading memory
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- THE PRETTY GIRL CONVERSES WITH HER LOVED ONES“Yeah, yeah okay, the same old warhorse trotted out night after boring night, day after soporific day, performed like a
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- CREOSOTEAt just nine years old he had skipped around the fluted cast iron lamppost set in the dog shit grass
- PRELUDE TO “SPACE JUNK, THE NIGHTTIME BRACE”Bedtime, first night in a slightly down at the heel, slightly musty smelling London hotel room eight hundred miles away
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- BASURA ESPACIAL, EL APARATO DENTAL DE NOCHEUna noche no regresó, pero no le di mayor importancia. La almohada bien podría haber olido a su sudor, a
- ICARUS TARRED AND FEATHEREDCome hither my darling one, take a seat. The apparition sits where The Pretty Girl used to sit. Sometimes I
- SIXTY NINEShe is growing up at number sixty nine…on the seventh floor…Seventh heaven…Left…Left hand…Right hand in hand…She leaves for school at
- WHAT ALBA’S MOTHER SAW UNDER THE BEDMagdalene bed number four eight six black priest from Africa’s hand hovers vacuum packed bags of morphine hooked to ship’s
- SPACE JUNK, THE NIGHTTIME BRACEThe night she failed to return, I thought nothing of it. The pillow might well have smelt of her sweat,
- A HIGH PROFILE DISPUTE. (FROM THE THE BORN AGAIN PRIEST ARCHIVES)Roses are red, violets are blue, I don’t know, how about…Skipping chants, I could just pick out skipping songs from
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- DOING THE BLANCMANGEVery, but very early, one late September morning. Heads back to front. Heads and tails back to front. Inside
- KILLER PREGNANCY TESTERS…Pull down these peach skin jeans I am desperate dear dying to eat the fruit peel down these peach skin
- SPACE JUNK, NONE OF IT IS TRUETeeming life picked out an instant of harmony from dissonance and this choir sang hoarsely and rhymed and reasoned for
- THE CASH STRAPPED CARPENTERThe Wiseman lays before his students a vision of magnificence in creativity, the arts, universes of openings, and a few
- LET THEM STEW IN THEIR OWN JUICESIn “The Cellar”, an underground cinema on Duke Street, near the centre of the universe. Background Radiation. Radio Dust.
- A PEACH, A BRUISE, BLUEJEANS AND VIRGIN EXTRA OLIVE OILThe Sunrise Girl, Alba, is, at this very moment, peeling the velvet skin from a dripping, sweet ripe peach with
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- PEEL THE SKIN OFF THE BORN AGAIN PRIESTBacked into a little boy’s bedroom corner. Hugging my knees. Rocking slowly back and forth. Always looked over my shoulder.
- THE CENTRE OF THE UNIVERSEBug Eyed Peter down in “The Cellar”, an underground cinema on Duke Street, near the centre of the universe.
- SPACE JUNK, PLAYING ON THE SWING (IN MUDDY SHOES)“Damned Croakers’ve given us all a bad name….” “Come off it Peter! That’s an urban fairy tale from the
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- SPACE JUNK, PART FOUR, SEX AT A FUNERALforever over the sour years go once beautiful girls everyone stuttered dullard grey pearls cancerous city of poison seers bitter
- SPACE JUNK, EPITAPH, VIRGIN PLACES, PENCILS SHARPENED BUT NEVER USEDSee this my pretty girl, your room is emptiness and silence, a white light, a white, freshly primed canvas sits
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- SPACE JUNK, PROLOGUE, THE SUNRISE GIRL REMEMBERS HER LOVERHow to keep….is there any any, is there none such, nowhere known some, bow or brooch or braid or brace,
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- SPACE JUNK, EPILOGUE, ALBA GOES HOMEShort Sharp shock… . . I open my eyes to a shooting pain, shooting stars, a tumbling brook, and discover
- SPACE JUNK, PART ONE, BITS AND PIECESJanuary 11th, 2007, Xichang Space Centre, China. Controllers follow a kill vehicle on track to intercept a defunct Feng
- SPACE JUNK, PART TWO“Well, Yep! That was then and there and now is most definately here and right now. Hey, you feeling nostalgic,
- HAND IN GLOVE, ON A TIGHT, BLACK SILK BODICE (A VICTORIAN COSTUME DRAMA)David John Johnson, one time child miner in various Welsh pits, bit part actor on later epoch Victorian stages, with
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- RIVEN TO SHREDS, JOY’S SUBDIVISION“Cliff top statue shrouded by night, glowing slightly death white alabaster under moonlight, slightly inclined to the west, facing a
- THREE OR FOUR BOTTLES OF WINE…talk about pretty little girls girls about tasty boys boys about girls doing get down and dirty sex obsession with
- EL AMIGO INVISIBLEI have three books before me on my desk on this Sunday evening, the fifteenth of December. Five years
- ON THE MERRY-GO-ROUND“On arrival, the station is a rickety wooden platform with only just enough space to teeter on. Here I am