hall road

Untitled, or an old coat and sawdust

2012-02-10T23:40:00.000Z

('Untitled, or an old coat and sawdust'..tree on long lane,Stathern,Lincs - 2012)
('Untitled, or an old coat and sawdust'..scanned drawing..pen/wash on paper..21cm x 30cm..2012)

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Untitled, or bridge with fish intact and a floating black rectangle

2012-02-10T22:55:00.002Z

('Untitled, or bridge with fish intact and a floating black rectangle'..both images: scanned drawings..pen/wash on paper..21cm x 30cm..2012)

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from the subject of a barely recognisable room or the science of an organic tan

2012-02-08T12:38:00.001Z

.

The smell of bleach is easier
when tethered logs invent the wheel
and we recycle more coal.

After half an hour the plane disappeared
and we gathered outside to point at each other.
Our tattoos had slipped, yet still resembled
antique chairs and a reason to walk.

Without a clock,
and yet with the sense of an unwritten letter,
we knew to watch concrete.
It was summer, maybe, heavy as deer,
and unlike a hypnotist,
our tourniquets were clean.

.

before the deer (Dada reckoning)

2012-02-08T12:12:00.001Z

animals, the ones yet to dry with a helicopter sound
as they tinker with a clock and the light on your face,
the memory of dew, unlocked in the morning
as the street behind ours begins to disappear,

the sun without a cubist reason
as it circles with ivy, drunk from a box,
growing to where a blackbirds life,
defining two halves
and either side of day and night,
shares graffiti in its sleep

kaleidoscope

2012-02-08T11:28:00.006Z

.
There's a man reptiled and blinking
on a pavement in Soho.

This is all, she said, a cut
high and left:
an unfurnished street
and the smell of conversation.

Smoke levelled
into the habit of a small teahouse,
where our hearts belonged
to the orange of winter,
fattened from the cars
laid out
like prisoners.

.

C

2012-02-07T21:20:00.000Z

('C'..From the series: 'Industry'..Grantham,Lincolnshire - 2012)

.

Untitled

2012-02-07T10:48:00.000Z

('Untitled'..From the series: 'Industry'..Grantham,Lincs - 2012)

.

Untitled

2012-02-06T23:19:00.000Z

('Untitled'..From the series: 'Industry'..Grantham,Lincs - 2012)

.
.('Untitled'

Parachutes

2012-02-06T19:48:00.000Z

.

they requested it, the paraffin eaters,

the quenched
chose to take volume, they murdered gardeners,

it was the insipid colour as we met, he said,
the cooks fog and the smell of leaves,

she was lonely by me, sequential, brick-like,
cast from a house
and not into it, the skin or hide

we drew on, the smell of petrol, mile on mile

.

Untitled vertebrae

2012-02-06T14:46:00.001Z

('Untitled vertebrae'..From the series: 'Industry'..Grantham,Lincs - 2012)

.

Untitled

2012-02-06T13:39:00.000Z

('Untitled'..From the series 'Industry'..Grantham,Lincs - 2012)

.

Untitled

2012-02-05T19:04:00.000Z

('Untitled'..From the series: 'Industry'..Grantham,Lincs - 2012)

.

Untitled

2012-02-05T18:36:00.000Z

('Untitled'..From the series: 'Industry'..Grantham,Lincs - 2012)

.

Untitled like pineapple and snow

2012-02-05T14:05:00.000Z

.

I will concede two things, he said, medieval
in class
and aiming fireworks from a milk bottle, complicit
within a panel surround, dovetailed, yet modern,
maybe ceramic,

like anger at a partys heart, he said, a glass house
in every second corner,
we could block up a wood burner
and take in its smoke,

we could drag cows in a harness, eat a hill,
vote for a mechanism
or alter what for, I will, for the sea, he said,
my love, we're away again, crossed off,
the only grey is half-light;

the driveways, the bunkers, industry
as applause, there's a track in your headphones,
always a white line and concrete, somewhere,
a colour scheme and gutters

.

Untitled

2012-01-31T14:01:00.001Z

('Untitled'..From the series: 'Industry'..Grantham,Lincs - 2012)

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Unfinished shutter and wall

2012-01-30T16:39:00.003Z

('Unfinished shutter and wall'..Cromer,Norfolk - 2012)

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Lines with unusual sun

2012-01-30T16:33:00.000Z

('Lines with unusual sun'..Grantham,Lincs - 2012)

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Stretched paper

2012-01-27T13:37:00.003Z

name them, he said, I have no idea how to figure out any one shopping list, I like television, the quote is recoverable, slouched maybe, yet covert enough to wait for a footstep,
like cooking, a woman spits on thin lino and concrete -

this isn't wrong or attached to another aisle, paper laid out to be fortunate, marked upon,
and that's all from me, he said, we'll finish with Alt-J and Breezeblocks*,
be safe, in the non-committal sense, we could ruin a fourth wall by pushing it -

when the remote flickers from one to twelve like that, I see ghosts, in deep green,
water tapping before it warms, across a town, somewhere, a phone rings, the roles,
a deeper green to tempt a boxer, and no other rebellion to speak of,
except the glisten course, the seventh round field, new money and cathedrals in the desert,
where Angelo, the best cut man there's ever been, pulls his man before the eighth

('Stretched paper'..Norfolk - 2012)

*Alt-J..Breezeblocks

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Tree with line added

2012-01-18T13:20:00.001Z

('Tree with line added'..Stathern,Lincs - 2012)
('Tree with line added'..Cley-next-the-sea,Norfolk - 2012)

.

Untitled

2012-01-18T01:52:00.000Z

('Untitled'..Cromer,Norfolk - 2012)
('Untitled'..West Runton,Norfolk - 2012)

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Untitled - weights and measures

2012-01-18T01:25:00.000Z

('Untitled - weights and measures'..Cromer,Norfolk - 2012)
('Untitled - weights and measures'..West Runton,Norfolk - 2012)

Beach huts.....

2012-01-18T00:35:00.001Z

('Beach huts.....'..all images: Cromer,Norfolk - 2012)
(click on any image for larger version)

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If you're a guest of the wall, biscuits, he said

2012-01-17T10:50:00.001Z

('if you're a guest of the wall,biscuits,he said'..Cromer,Norfolk - 2012)
('if you're a guest of the wall,biscuits,he said'..Cromer,Norfolk - 2012)

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11 pebbles and a bench and a half

2012-01-16T13:26:00.000Z

('11 pebbles and a bench and a half'..Cromer,Norfolk - 2012)
('11 pebbles and a bench and a half'..Rutland Water,Rutland - 2012)

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As a building, forthright, a cigarette.

2012-01-16T12:13:00.002Z

('As a building, forthright, a cigarette.'..Cromer church,Norfolk,UK - 2012)

Untitled

2012-01-10T18:46:00.000Z

('Untitled'..2,4: 35mm..Nottingham,UK - 2012)
('Untitled'..1,3,5: scanned drawings..pen on paper - 2012)

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Untitled

2012-01-10T17:37:00.000Z

('Untitled'..Launder Terrace,Grantham,Lincs - 2012)
('Untitled'..scanned drawing..pen on paper - 2012)

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Side road and collapsing squares

2012-01-10T17:07:00.000Z

('Side road and collapsing squares'..Grantham,Lincs - 2012)
('Side road and collapsing squares'..scanned drawing..pen on paper - 2012)

.

Untitled

2012-01-09T13:42:00.000Z

.

('Untitled'..Grantham,Lincs,UK - 2012)
('Untitled'..scanned drawing..pen on paper - 2012)

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Untitled

2012-01-09T13:21:00.000Z

('Untitled'..scanned drawings..pen on paper - 2012)

.

Untitled with line added

2012-01-09T12:52:00.000Z

('Untitled with line added'..1&3: 35mm..Duddington,Lincs,UK - 2012)
('Untitled with line added'..2&4: scanned drawing..ink on paper - 2012)
(click on any image to see larger version)

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Untitled

2012-01-09T00:26:00.000Z

('Untitled'..scanned drawings..ink on paper - 2012)

.

Untitled

2012-01-08T23:59:00.002Z

.

.

('Untitled'..scanned drawings..ink on paper - 2012)

a kite, drainage, last year

2012-01-06T00:12:00.003Z

that said, we dedicated
what was left,
excited like nicotine,
and from the kitchen, planetary,
a cleaner picture

of why we don't tend to the thief, a flatter table
is bearable,
a lampshade, he said,
do we have spanners,
a shelf for each reflex?

('a kite,drainage,last year'..Duddington,Lincs,UK - 2011)

.

Untitled,albeit and red

2012-01-01T13:24:00.001Z

.

we had bullion -
a crouched fleck
scattered throughout the building
began
to repeat itself,

a copper rose, heads first -
by eleven
we had counted the windows;
a cup as an object, a table,
our eyes, twice.

('Untitled,albeit and red'..both images: 35mm..Lincoln - 2011)

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Untitled

2012-01-01T11:57:00.000Z

('Untitled'..35mm..Lincoln - 2011)

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Untitled

2012-01-01T10:55:00.000Z

('Untitled'..Lincoln,UK - 2011)
('Untitled'..Rutland,UK - 2011)

.

3 hills

2012-01-01T10:41:00.000Z

('3 hills'..35mm..Nottingham,UK - 2011)

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Landed

2011-12-30T22:54:00.000Z

('Landed'..all images: 35mm..Nottingham,UK - 2011)

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A love of hats

2011-12-30T22:04:00.002Z

in old shoes, in the back of a head
where an open crown
weighs like a fading apple,

where, when a seagull twitches,
the view will allow us to follow,
wholesome and wearing new shoes

.

('A love of hats'..Nottingham,UK - 2011)

From the series: 'Monuments'

2011-12-29T13:06:00.000Z

(From the series: 'Monuments'..installation/site specific sculpture - Duddington/Stamford,Lincs - 2011)

.

Farmhouse

2011-12-28T14:14:00.000Z

('Farmhouse' - sculpture..painted wooden boxes - images: 35mm - 2011)

.

Untitled

2011-12-28T12:29:00.000Z

.

.

('Untitled'..35mm..Nottingham,UK - 2011)

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Untitled - Still life

2011-12-28T12:16:00.000Z

('Untitled - Still life'..35mm..Lincoln,UK - 2011)

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fast-food

2011-12-27T23:29:00.003Z

.

The moon is as low as a streetlight,
navy blue and cotton ground.

Maybe the men in charge link each street
with black and white chequered tiles, maybe
they don't.
Maybe they shave too much and sometimes stare
at night.

I hope we can
like a brace of dead birds
remember to list this - you were dancing,
slow shapes on a white background, cut ups
through a filter, if only hessian
like a text message, and hungry.

.

Untitled

2011-12-27T13:51:00.000Z

('Untitled'..Grantham,Lincolnshire - 2011)

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Found wood with 3 lines

2011-12-23T11:04:00.001Z

('Found wood with 3 lines'..Grantham,Lincolnshire - 2011)

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Bath Street 3

2011-12-22T23:29:00.001Z

('Bath Street 3'..both images: Bath Street,Grantham,UK - 2011)

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Bath Street 1 and 2

2011-12-22T23:26:00.000Z

('Bath Street 1 and 2'..all images: Bath Street,Grantham,UK - 2011)

Untitled

2011-12-19T22:58:00.000Z

('Untitled'..Grantham,Lincs - 2011)

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Chalk and literally a blackboards view

2011-12-17T10:24:00.002Z

An opposite world with stripes
and a zookeeper.

The sound of a bell dissolves
like tonic on crumbs. Not a metaphor ever always
a sketch,
dragged for the 'd' sound, again

a kit of pigeons awash
and cloves. All letters, a glass of water
to open with.

('Chalk and literally a blackboards view'..Darwin Centre,NHM,London - 2011)

Untitled

2011-12-16T13:26:00.000Z

('Untitled'..Bath Street,Grantham - 2011)
('Untitled'..Wharf Road,Grantham - 2011)

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The Queen and shed

2011-12-16T13:09:00.000Z

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always a silted turn from the left,
always from, and never an altered word,
or otherwise, a moth

and light fibrous
below the eyeline, in the royal sense,
rolling stock
and disallowed wire, a lathe
and grapefruit

.

Untitled - step

2011-12-16T00:00:00.002Z

('Untitled - step'..Bath Street,Grantham,Lincs - 2011)

Untitled

2011-12-15T23:33:00.000Z

('Untitled'..Grantham, Lincs - 2011)

early doors

2011-12-14T00:22:00.000Z

.

a clean floor does not make you idle
the way a night garden
or a new europe
will inherently have a deadline, whether
underground
and waiting for a river

and to wash in the ink of it,
or the how and why
of the beautiful game, drunk
on its mud
when indoors is jagged; Nottingham,
Lincoln, Manchester

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Unknown Interiors (3)

2011-12-12T23:26:00.002Z

( All images from the series 'Unknown Interiors'..- 2011)
(click on any image to see larger version)

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Unfurnished - When is Camerons earpiece?

2011-12-10T19:41:00.003Z

.

1.(seen in lower case graffiti on a magic trick)

edible, I suppose
we should kneel
for his tawdry blue cock,
a chair, a plate, deliberately
another,

parched like a table.

2.(buried in the same unsunnied position)

at exactly freezing point,
2 cars appeared
as if in a hurry, one of lead,
the other of flour, cake
a good place, a late snowdrop, wire

when ratification
seemed doomed to fail,
empty hands
and then ginger,
turmeric a cloudburst
of atrophied wine,
a sleeper plane
from the LSE
and a bed in Rome,
what time is it?

3.(why humans choose - limestone and fizz)

in december the shops will be open longer, geese
will remember to drag their heels, it will kick-off
in a borrowed pub, snow
will always be darker

and harness waste,

the grey room
is for sitting in.

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Untitled like a shopping list

2011-12-09T23:03:00.006Z

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A drum skin
drew the opposite of a bell, the sky and summer
both tall, front foot and rare.

He appeared from a side road,
a tan, muscular dog, I'm not sure of the breed,
looked instantly
and watched us by, tin

couldn't be louder - we could run
and run.

Urban walls channel us
around our space, a town given by its council
as if not going back. Over and over
an old shop front
smells funny
but still sweet, new paint

weighs like an injured arm, window glass
intact.
On a monday I read
the wind was cutting,
everyone says otherwise.
.

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We will be orange

2011-12-08T11:05:00.001Z

.

Contractual he said, a badgers dash
looped behind the effect of a dropped oak tree -
if we film for three days
we're bound to catch something, the traffic lights on green,
tuberculosis maybe and yet none of us moved,
nine cars, all strangers, all
dreaming of nocturnal mammals
and coffee with sugar.

Your belt was handmade in a Sudanese market,
we are all dead now, it's sunny in Montpellier he said,
our sett is buried.

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A motel carpet

2011-12-08T01:36:00.002Z

/

you said all call
to break soft, to travel
and decide,

whether from a treaty
or a glass of water,
any attempt
will be lighter, absent
and yet movable, less
kerosene,
and no navy-blue clutter

.

I've never owned a boat

2011-12-07T13:25:00.001Z

On wednesday I opted to wear my replete black rectangle in case it rained, wintering geometry
and an exercise in what it's like to stand with a tree in a photograph, the view ours,
a bow drawn diagonally from knee to shoulder, you sang in a language, any language;

you ran in my chest, a lesson in why to understand
should be a corner and second, if at all
an impulse has its own lifespan and reconnaissance is food really, open for a double take
when one is unreliable, the next line the first, the last, and all in between, and no more important than your next bacon sandwich, I've never owned a boat.

('I've never owned a boat'..Grantham,Lincs - 2011)

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I believe in apricot jam

2011-12-06T22:58:00.008Z

.

I don't believe in sweet grass.

Some said it was about travelling, control
of a billboard opportunity in which a headline would be read dryly the same way backwards,
ice cream and nicotine stained fingers my chosen printer tones, a bucket list a type of
slender evil, a plan, a category opposed by men in shorts, denounced by a cleric and his
low slung noose as an effigy or shirt. Whether it's right or wrong 103 people are here now, talking wildly of horse feathers and Cajun statistics, the same can be said of music,
the way red brick and sunshine react after a car is parked, the driver dead at the wheel,
his phone the perfect shade of non metallic silver and still ringing.

I ate exactly two thirds of a pizza, divided my time between cheese and thinking about an unrideable bicycle, a proper sparkle
on being called up
for an old war,
some road and
a hat of blood instead of a photo.

I took your hand, the path straightened, we slowed a little to understand better how footprints
are reckless with their derision, how wrong we could be, as you stopped to write your name
on a shell-coloured pebble, each letter informed of its background, persistent as only a track
and a slight cough can be.

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Parallel lines

2011-12-05T23:57:00.004Z

if you should pass by here

I'll hand you an apple core
in exchange for a ride home, a small town
more or less -

we could feed each other to pigeons,
empty a bathroom;

hit them first
with the wet screech of tyres,
on all four sides,

rich men and cardboard.

('Parallel lines'..Chelsea,London - 2011)

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Untitled (as political figures)

2011-12-04T01:20:00.001Z

Separate, unbinding,
a community of looks and whistles,
trapped when a street
becomes an illustration of itself - policemen
fade in and out of white lines, old court songs begin
when new ones are left clean - a razor
from cuff to hand
then cuts a throat - art
you'd read,
was when numbers were freer
and could never catch up -

your interest was dappled, an undercoat
for what we eventually see,
or would see
if xrays were more lateral - three quarters full
and tea should be hotter, almost an intrusion
with party ties, or a bribe paid back.

('Untitled (as political figures)'..Southbank,London - 2011)
('Untitled (as political figures)'..Grantham,Lincolnshire - 2011)

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Unrelated

2011-12-02T22:15:00.005Z

Tuesday was a day for discussing football
and colours. As opposed to roadsigns
as we were, to bend an amble seemed right, to malinger
a doubtful reminder of clean white doors and props.

From just outside the garden shed, an untied bag
of frozen sprouts began to lighten their green. We
would include hooks as compulsory,
shred documents that were never there,
assuming of course
we could begin to agree
on why you were bluer than usual. Your foul mouth
stoically unwashed, mine a deckhand with gin.

By 3pm a good day is inclusive: cars removed,
lovingly at first,
but condemned to twist
like frozen laundry left out all night. We would point
to where the side of the road started, to where
a dust jacket no longer made any attempt
to protect its own. We lived here, in this explicit
field, when each town had just two bridges,
and dryer ground left us all hungry
for scientific chocolate and the quieter derision
that makes a tractor go faster.

.
('Unrelated'..Steep Hill,Lincoln - 2011)
('Unrelated'..Southbank,London - 2011)
('Unrelated'..Biilingborough Rd,Lincs - 2011)

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A day with an unusual scaffolder

2011-11-29T18:50:00.000Z

('A day with an unusual scaffolder'..all images: Cromer,Norfolk - 2011)

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He would walk for fourteen minutes

2011-11-28T17:47:00.000Z

('He would walk for fourteen minutes'..Cromer,Norfolk - 2011)

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A short story (making colour an element)

2011-11-27T12:41:00.001Z

('A short story (making colour an element)'..Sermet,France - 2010)
('A short story (making colour an element)'..Cromer,Norfolk,UK - 2011)

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Road workers bend an opera

2011-11-25T22:48:00.007Z

.

Like kindling, information isn't always more,
the studio opts out, we discuss lap times and roads -

to finish in the northeast, outside a cafe, double yellow lines
on a cold november morning, designed
as if camouflage and a car
can pull at your teeth -

we danced in longer white coats
with a bench happening before it caught fire,

and reckoned
on a case in point,
no less a theme of people
and good ground.

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A building sound

2011-11-25T00:04:00.004Z

.

To hear a space
endangered as any hall can be,
the height of its ceiling
ridden from a picture, over and over
a repeating word sits with litter,
footsteps couple you.

From a whiteout
while learning, he said, four notes
will act as a warmer church,
we were born in a place without wallpaper,
our ears cured in foam
and then cotton.

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Kirk Douglas in Cornwall

2011-11-24T00:02:00.013Z

.

I still believe I saw Kirk Douglas in my local cornershop
in 1973. I was nearly three, he was a temporary god
with lead hair, asking for cigarettes over a counter. It was snowing outside
as he spoke a mix of american/english hinged with a headcold. On his back
it read, in nothing akin to ink, 'I am a month and these are my favourites.'
I wanted to ask him if it was ok; if fridays would ever be the same,
or should we read less, like intelligent machines and make energy
from talking? Of course I didn't, he was Kirk Douglas and I was only three
and occasionally ate soil.

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A song as broth

2011-11-22T23:37:00.006Z

.

Watch the knife, watch the butcher
close with all his sound, with a car
cut and shut
and yet a drier turn will appease
to piss on Gideons miniature labyrinth, bull
and gate, unknown and a tiled floor.

As long as a wait is ceramic
or a roll of wire and small houses
linking roads
to bigger spaces, all calls
snapped and electric, will come back
striped and otherwise.

It begins when you return, unlearning
what ham is for in a lincolnshire accent
and shouting at a television,
a dropped court
as we dance and stamp
on another stolen artifact.

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Notes for a cathedral

2011-11-21T13:25:00.009Z

.

It went backwards first. Somehow even ochre
blended with it, under a bridge
and no taut lines to speak of. Even a showreel
had posterity on its mind.
Sometimes we waited,

attached to the ground, always
thinking how it was, how
it used to be Berlin
before and always in your clenched left hand,
butter, a list.

.

'Untitled'.

2011-11-20T14:04:00.000Z

('Untitled'..Grantham,Lincs - 2011)

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Gingerbread

2011-11-19T20:05:00.007Z

.

(Petes house)

He would always overfill a black bin liner. Its belly shinier
and yet never round enough. "Pete," we would say, "you're
a feeder." Our rotten name tags and packaging
were never far away either. We would talk about France.

Thursday became the day when he left the pub at 3pm
as usual, walked the hundred metres, turned left and then right.
It would take two local men twenty seconds to kill him.
Who knows who stamped last.

Vanity and the satisfying click of a cigarette lighter are two,
stars perpetually falling, another. We assumed things.
Mainly that traffic was overrated
and football was important, like money.

In one letter it read: 'We are sorry to inform you that your
backdated claim for compensation has been refused, afterall,
you did shit yourself.' The cut on his thumb would've looked bitten
into the shape of a parking space and too interested.

(where some street meets London Road)

On the first monday of each month, my uncle from Wigan,
who doesn't exist, would be dipped in coffee
and with arms like an attic, let loose in a field. Small
groups of migratory birds would openly stop and watch.

"I want to freeze!" he was heard to call. I imagined him
living in a wardrobe. On the mid-evening news
middle was everything. Another plastic bag rattled
with trinkets.

From a recently painted blue door, a man enters. His eyes
move gently and without rhythm from side to side
though he never looks up. He has polished shoes
and the smell of a car crash around him.

Going back in time is adding water to soup: the road
should've been greasy. At a bus stop near St Marys,
three teenagers smile into the same Blackberry. I can
see their faces.

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'6 houses and a tree'.

2011-11-17T13:21:00.001Z

('6 houses and a tree'..Lincoln - 2011)
('6 houses and a tree'..Grantham - 2011)

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'The same tractor repeated 3 times,wearing blue'.

2011-11-17T12:43:00.000Z

('The same tractor repeated 3 times,wearing blue'..On Cromer promenade,Norfolk - 2011)

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'Untitled - partition'.

2011-11-16T13:02:00.000Z

('Untitled - partition'..Churchyard,Haconby,Lincs - 2011)
('Untitled - partition'..Construction yard,Grantham,Lincs - 2011)

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'Off Westminster bridge'.

2011-11-16T12:01:00.000Z

('Off Westminster bridge'..Both images: Westminster bridge,London - 2011)

.

'Untitled'.

2011-11-14T17:36:00.001Z

ff

('Untitled'..New Mexico - 2010)
('Untitled'..Lincoln,UK - 2011)

(click on either image to see larger version)

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'Untitled'.

2011-11-12T16:00:00.002Z

.

and mud is milk.

Take me with you:
your homeless train ride, north.
A second coffee and then east.

We chose to speak,

as though crossed
from a notebook.

I read the same words
over and over,

like a hymn can trick you
from beneath its seat,
looking up
always to agree.

We walked quicker,
emptying makebelieve before us:

the sound remained
and then louder.

'Untitled'.

2011-11-12T15:15:00.001Z

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sometimes it begins on maybe the third or fourth step
of an unfinished house, like a handwritten letter;
a rotten leaf sat near the edge of a tea stained photograph,
when a desk lamp makes a three-sided room
seem quietly unreal
and asks all radios to start again -

...................................................and now
as if waiting to pour concrete and drop a few tiles,
a slightly wider screen

(Photo: Cromer,Norfolk - 2011)

'Commercial Road and William Street'.

2011-11-12T00:17:00.001Z

a lack of wider intent
meant he grew weary, late frost
toe to toe with water,
and breaking things into miles
to represent a country, this room
for metal, this one to age in,

yet, as provincial
as when one crosses another,
a side street is troubled, outrageous,
even rationed

(Photo: Commercial Road/William Street,Grantham,Lincs - 2011)

,

'Untitled'.

2011-11-10T12:41:00.000Z

('Untitled'..both images: Grantham,Lincs - 2011)

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'Untitled - as wallpaper'.

2011-11-08T13:29:00.004Z

when the left turned
to traditional sculpture, we might've bottled sleep
and hallucinated for days, temporary
was our depiction
of towed barges, sail homes, the secrets
of water, plastic a lifeline
we held so tight
we continued to eat from a sink and a map,
we had nicer fires,
half our lungs

('Untitled - as wallpaper'..Grantham,Lincs - 2011)
('Untitled - as wallpaper'..Lincoln - 2011)

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'Untitled'.

2011-11-07T15:41:00.000Z

('Untitled'..Kitchen,East Runton,Norfolk - 2011)
('Untitled'..Rain shower,Grantham,Lincs - 2011)

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'- an untitled shift'.

2011-11-06T18:09:00.002Z

('- an untitled shift'..both images: Cromer,Norfolk - 2011)

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and yet of stuff ( a hares course)

2011-11-06T13:47:00.010Z

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With one last kick
you asked, "What about the closest tier;
a step
to keep the play,
an atlas in butter?".

I couldn't see.
Lost in the radio: our
upturned bellies
an alley, a kill; the hot spit from a kettle
when cold water arrives
and too clean to be Gothic.

You hid there, framed and pitched,
your boot-spent eyes
a patter of footsteps -

a place without bunting is like a supermarket that reads from left to right. A flicked switch and slightly less colour revealed our homes;
how a hairline crack led from one to the other, and with no back-up plan, how our smacked mouths readied for next year.

.

'Untitled'.

2011-11-04T23:49:00.000Z

('Untitled'..Sermet,France - 2010)
('Untitled'..Cromer,Norfolk - 2011)

'Unknown interiors (2) - 2 reds'.

2011-11-02T23:21:00.002Z

('2 reds'..from the series: 'unknown interiors' - 2011)

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'Untitled,and yet'.

2011-10-30T11:16:00.000Z

('Untitled,and yet'..from the series: 'Reds'..Grantham,Lincs - 2011)
('Untitled,and yet'..from the series: 'Reds'..promenade,Cromer,Norfolk - 2011)

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'They grow orange don't they'.

2011-10-30T10:46:00.001Z

('They grow orange don't they'..Grantham,Lincs - 2011)
('They grow orange don't they'..Lincoln - 2011)

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'Untitled - and borders'.

2011-10-29T00:06:00.000+01:00

('Untitled - and borders'..backyard,East Runton,Norfolk - 2011)
('Untitled - and borders'..promenade,Cromer,Norfolk - 2011)

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'Skip and Staircase - (repeated)'.

2011-10-28T22:59:00.014+01:00

('Skip and Staircase - (repeated)'..Grantham,Lincolnshire - 2011)
('Skip and Staircase - (repeated)'..East Runton,Norfolk - 2011)

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'In reverse'.

2011-10-28T18:53:00.001+01:00

('In reverse'..both images: Swngbridge road,Grantham - 2011)

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'Variations - Darwin Centre'.

2011-10-27T22:08:00.002+01:00

('Variations - Darwin Centre'..all images from: Darwin Centre,NHM,London - 2011)

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'Darwin Centre'.

2011-10-27T20:54:00.002+01:00

('Darwin Centre'..all images from: Darwin Centre,NHM,London - 2011)

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curtailed like a lump

2011-10-27T18:08:00.002+01:00

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we as guests like this years crop
from a soil
or a papered street
of covered and shiny brick, leathered

for a trace
of twine sculpted on farmland, a cows head
to creep by I suppose it's
rethinking

what empty can be, or theatre is
if not separate from you and I
but mindful of everything
at once, a barn

to keep a page dry
as whiter grass, and a cardboard box
where land is the metaphor
and dirt will be the sea.

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'Unlike a wardrobe'.

2011-10-27T13:27:00.001+01:00

Brewery Hill
into Commercial Road and in just three days, cars
were reduced to fabric.

We began to walk,
clipping the odd stone and believing in the metal
before a side street you couldn't hear.

('Unlike a wardrobe'..Brewery Hill,Grantham - 2011)
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