First show in eight hours
Not nervous but
Never have my nails
And the skin around them
Been so bitten
… now I need to try and sleep
The waves at the sea wall
Like feveredly jostling crowds in a riot
In January of 2009
I remember walking along the waterfront in copenhagen and looking at the cheap ugly buildings,
in a city which is not given to the cheap and ugly,
and thinking
This city does not expect a great future
This city is not building for a great future
This city is building for a future of mere getting by
Why?
The next day, fortunately, Priscilla decided she wanted too leave
And I resumed the peripatetic wander, no longer alone
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Am watching the movie Robinson In Space
Patrick Keiller’s sequel to his excellent London
One of my favourite films ever
A wholly unique film and a film which has, uniquely perhaps,
had a great impact on the world of books
And was the progenitor of all the Iain Sinclair/ Lights Out For The Territory/ psychogeography stuff
Francis, who has just left for a publishing junket in Bulgaria
Was bought it by his girlfriend Hannah
Who is very young to be the head of the
Edinburgh International Film Festival
[got job at 29]
…
So I exclaimed wow
You’ve got a girlfriend who buys you London for your birthday
Wow, I’m impressed
… so that means Hannah is a cineaste
A word I only ever used for the first time
8 days ago
And now I’m meeting one
Wow
…
The film has an image of the large-membered hill-drawing at Cerne Abbas
The very large-membered man drawn in Chalk on the grass hill
…
And in the photo the well-trodden path around the member looks like a sheath, a condom
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