Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Lest We Remember


The ghosts of downed aeroplanes fly hell-for-leather over rooftops that war has long forgotten to bomb.
Not built by need but by the handshakes under negotiating tables of political expediency.

These fallen soldiers can’t tell you their life stories all packaged, marketed and mended over to exclude all but that which suits sombre digestion at memorial services.
Not for them the adopted poetic contortions of political expediency.

They are stardust, they are cannon-fodder; they are the children of your sons and daughters; they are moulded by the machinations of political expediency.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

You got a lot of long walking to do, where you’re going to.

SAME WHERE ELSE PART TWO
| THE HARD CELL |
Episode Eighteen

MÅ“bius

In all the best scenarios it is the girl who decides.
In all events it is the female who decides: it is she who will bear the burden of the future.
“You had enough of this bullshit Adam?”
“I have..?”
“What?”
“...had enough of this bullshit.”
“What’s your name?”
“I’m Phoebe” she holds out her hand.

See Mad Scientist’s Notebook (Entry No 2.4)

Episode Seventeen | INDEX

~ END OF PART TWO ~

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

...in a decent pair of shoes...

SAME WHERE ELSE PART TWO
| THE HARD CELL |
Episode Seventeen

Tribute to Myrna Loy ~ Ive(2008)

“So there’s this cabal like, the Illuminati, who like run the world...” says Al the Human Resources guy.
“Bullshit,” says the pale red-haired girl as she drops her cigarette but into a half empty glass of dark amber liquid, “bullshit,” she blows a plume of smoke in the general direction of the blinking smoke detector, “The world is run by incompetents, and they only succeed because the common man is driven by apathy.”
She lights another cigarette, contrary to the building regulations, as the not-quite-background music advises against sleeping on the subway darling.
“...fuckers like control everything we do.” Says Al.
Atom wonders how her hair got so red.
Atom wonders how she got so beautiful.
“Bullshit” she says.
“I’m Adam” he says in her ear.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

I hope that you die...

SAME WHERE ELSE PART TWO
| THE HARD CELL |
Episode Sixteen


If I invert the world
just briefly
so the moon swims the lake into the sky
glassine glassine
would we set our clocks
to oscillate our month’s away?


The singer floats the words on a voice made of whiskey; a style long gone out of fashion. She holds the microphone, still on its stand, as if unaware of its role, as if it were there by chance; something upon which to rest her hands.
The band - hired for the Milestone Party with uncharacteristic attention to quality by someone in Admin - oozes sound; backward-leaning guitars and countermanding drums; as if the noise they make is not so much an effort but rather some duty pre-ordained by the gods of music.

If I invert the world
just for love
so the sky hangs down around the moon
stainless stainless
would we rise to fly
like aquatic birds of prey?


Atom’s teeth chatter with the cold of the drink he’s just taken a gulp from. He feels like he’s standing on the edge of something dark and dangerous; that to take another step will shut a door behind him; a door without a handle, leaving him back in the room with the hairy madman.
In the dark of the audience no one cares if you scream.

If I invert the world
just once
so the horizon divides twin sister moons
skyline eyeline
would we lick the sky’s rim
to numb the morning sting?


And he wishes that she were singing to him alone since the words seem to mean something that he cannot quite reach and perhaps if she looked him in the eye he would understand and stop shivering.
Before he can catch his breath the band leaves the stage with a promise of “more later worker drones” and are replaced with piped music of the not-quite-background variety.
“What you lookin' so unhappy ‘bout Tonto?”
As if he has wrapped his cold core in papery facades of human warmth and studied empathy.
“Adam? Join us in the land o laughs willya!”
As if that was a choice available to a broken man.
“You know what your problem is doncha?” says Al, the Human Resources guy from the third floor, as he sloshes his drink across his knees, “too serious; you take things too serious.”

Thursday, October 09, 2014

Incantation

SAME WHERE ELSE PART TWO
| THE HARD CELL |
Episode Fifteen


>>FastForward to Now>>

“And to cement our appreciation for your sterling efforts in both safety management and project advancement punctuality going forward, and with anticipation of projected future ground effect improvement targets, Tim and I would like to invite all of you team members to The Milestone Party,” pause for effect, “watch your Inboxes for details”
Obligatory applause enthusiastically initiated by the trained seals in the front row echoes around the sterile fluorescence of the Town Hall meeting.