26 April 2012
Good Morning! Or should that be good afternoon?
Last night turned into a bit of a whiskey fuelled mission playing Street Fighter with my drummer and swearing at foxes in the street. Stay away from my bins, Mr. Fox!
As a result, my head is somewhat sore today but I am (as they say in a REPULSIVE TV specimen which I am not going to name here) on it "like a car bonnet". Oh dear.
So, today is looking a little bit like this:
Two brand new poems I wrote last night, one about Geekdom (semi-tongue in cheek, I'm a bit of a nerd myself when it comes to music, comics, computer games, etc);
The other about my crippling obsession with leather boots. I can't help it, they call to me!
Finally an expo-ekphrastic translation of Topolski's brilliant 'Century' installation which is still on limited showings on Concert Hall Approach near Waterloo Station in London.
Before all that though, here's Quick love poem about sleeping on a sofa.
Now, which cupboard did I hide the Alkaselsa in?
Jon. x
26.04.12 • Opuss № I