Totally by surprise, I was picked up by a giant eagle this morning and taken to the tallest tower in the town. I then had to grow my hair incredibly long so that I could climb down again - eating cucumber sandwiches on the way. It was a long walk home.
The Corralling Of Dreams
I spent much of the day in the garden, where gibbons hung from croquet hoops and animal calls pierced the sky between the lines of elaborate stencils held up against it. I met someone who abducted aliens, even though no one believed their stories after their ordeal.
Apotheosis Of The Victim
Today was as busy as a two headed day can be. The morning was composed of strange knots which only the very youngest could untie. The middle of the day was spent searching the urban wilderness for countryside riddles and during the female evening Ben and I discussed a film neither of us had ever seen.
A Butterfly Visualises Heaven
A trip to the magic allotments where old men till their memories. It proved to be an eventful morning as a forgotten land was spied from the crows nest and starlings mobbed jackdaws at the top of the garden. Later, I hung from the ropes of an army assault course reciting the poems I wrote as a child.
Portrait Of Alexander The Great
This was going to be my “dance with white draperies day” but I ended up trudging along like an old digger. I shuffled my own cards and dealt myself a deck which preoccupied my mind when I should have been just a silver flash on a knife bright morning. In the later pages of the day I found a snail shell and went to sleep in it.
Pushing Through
I fluttered to town quite early, feeling like debris in the spiral machine that rests on the ground and reaches for the sky. The dinner time was spent discussing mutual ancestors with one of the cyclops and I came home in a mule train. Ben gave me an American beer when I arrived dressed as a silk moth caterpillar.
Multiple Oblivions
A day spent with a bird cage as a hat and a cape draped round my shoulders. Shadowman and I worked out a number of strategies to rescue Cinderella who was pressing faces onto pillow cases. In the end we decided to build a channel from a remote farmhouse to the sea.
The Ascent
The Descent
A thin streak of both yesterday and tomorrow lit the morning. I nonchalantly touched the finger tips of the gigantic hand I was resting on and then wondered why the town clock had hands that moved slower than the grandfather clock on my wrist. I rose up and an island followed in my wake.
The Concept Of Heaven On Earth
A good morning with the feel of a picnic cloth spread across it. I was the sower of the future at noon and at the very aerial point of the day (when the daylight was covered up by chimpanzees) Ben and I worked out how to attach a butterfly net to a warship.
High Tees
I was out and about in the savage mist lands almost the whole of the pump handle shaped day. All that could be detected of me was a voice coming from behind the cascading waterfall.
Measured Forms
Simple Simon's Diary: The Daily Art Work 