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On Remembering What We Are. Oh What will be our record when we all are gone The carparks and the tenements the towers just begun These foolish songs, these drunken nights this passing decadence? A dance upon this little earth … Continue reading →

A Faint Memory of Infinite Loss. (After Reading Peter Weiss) The state of the world is such as to breed hilarity in simple souls For who cannot weep with laughter at the dance and squall of it the flutter of … Continue reading →

To Jackie On Robbie Williams etal some time in ol chicago a man he found the blues and played a melody so fine no man could ever lose i tried to imitate his fears i drank his bitter wine though … Continue reading →