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The Bridge

The Bridge

"you know," he said, "if i had my way i wouldn't let anybody who believed in star signs or the bible or faith healing or anything like that use electric power, or ride in cars and buses and trains and aircraft, or use anything made of plastic. they want to believe the...

Jesus’ Son

Jesus’ Son

Everything down there but the curtain was red. it was like a movie of something that was actually happening. black pimps in fur coats. the women were blank, shining areas with photographs of sad girls floating in them. "i'll just take your money and go upstairs,"...

Speak, Memory

Speak, Memory

just before falling asleep, i often become aware of a kind of one-sided conversation going on in an adjacent section of my mind, quite independently from the actual trend of my thoughts. it is a neutral, detached anonymous voice, which i catch saying words of no...

The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock

The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock

let us go then, you and i, when the evening is spread out against the sky, like a patient etherised upon a table; let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, the muttering retreats of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels, and sawdust restaurants with...

Time Keeping Time

Time Keeping Time

In advertising terms, I would always be classed as the 'before' rather than 'after', whether before cosmetic surgery, low-fat biscuits or psychotherapy. Strangely I often felt somehow more than the after though... In hindsight I think this was probably a perspective...