I went out with June to cast nets to catch anything except fish. The first thing we actually caught was a train (however we let it go again). We walked under torsos of lights and among limbs of sound and then came home before the space outside our bodies grew too dark to see each other clearly.
I had to retread my dull grey steps to town, dressed in grey under a sky which had only a postage stamp of blue on show – unfortunately it had been franked. I stood behind my internal barricades as the well known strangers started the revolution outside. I made dark poetry out of the seemingly random movements of a dark day.
Steps Towards A Meditative Landscape
I was sat quietly all morning in the partially overgrown temple I call, when challenged, my imagination. However the afternoon peace disappeared abruptly when I had to take sullen grey steps to town, my lunch on a string like a puppet and the remainder of the day scribbled out on note paper.
A SERIAL REPRESENTATION OF THE TEMPLE OF APOLLO AT STOURHEAD INTERMIXED WITH THE PAINTING “ION – SUNRISE”
I stood on the quay inside my head (although there is a remote possibility it was someone else’s) and watched the boats come near – strangely they would get very close to the shore and then suddenly return to the edge of the horizon again. Pretending not to notice I put an iguana on my shoulder and whistled softly to myself.
Self Portrait On The Beach At Mudeford (Can We Be In Two Times At Once)
I walked the garden, horizontally, vertically and then diagonally while June did her housework in a tent on the roof. I had to go out in the middle of the afternoon to talk to echoes. I counted the number of coins in my pocket and subtracted this by the number of times a pet mongoose went up and down a pet ladder.
Meditation – Japanese Water Garden
The Water Garden
I was able to spread myself across the day like butter, only going out at the end of it when someone cut off the crusts. Before this I sat on my inland beach and watched the waterless tide coming in. The evening was spent on a mountain top balancing grapes on my nose – the man with a rose in his teeth said he had no plans for the night.
Improvisation Behind A Row Of Open Plan Buildings
Improvisation With A Line Through The Middle – Starting White, Ending Grey
Another dog whelk walk to town, arriving a minute after an ocean liner had cut a path through the centre – removing the appendix and taking an urine sample. I worked half way up a tree, not being able to reach the top as a man wearing two masks had built a pyramid there – I went home through a secret tunnel.
The Essential Overshirt (1976-2010)