There will be words. There may be poetry. There will be photographs. There might be INSPIRATION! but not the poncey kind.
Come for the poetry and stay for the toilets.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I was with you in Iceland Paul Caruana
Where we bought 100’s of sausage rolls for just £1
Where we salivated over unnaturally coloured prawn ring
Where we cold burnt our hands reaching deep into enticing freezers
Where we gorged on insanity gateaux and came away with change
Where I lost my footing on a frozen pea in strip lit aisle and skidded into lowly shelf stacker
Where Walt Whitman threw mini kievs at the golden dawn and declared the checkout heavenly
Where large orange signs swung crazily from the ceiling
Where men in vests trained their attack dogs on us for smiling ecstatic
Cheaper/more/colder/now
Holy meat
Holy cheap
Holy eat
Holy cow
Holy chips
Holy peas
Holy holy holy
Everything I do is art.
Everything I do is art: I wintered in hell with Rimbaud and lunched in the nuddie with Burroughs… I rode horses with Patti, posed as a Lucien fatty and wrote songs of sad caffs with McCullers.
Handicapped stalls FTW.
William S. Burroughs , Joe Strummer
I do now, thanks! You’re quadratic.
