Hanging In A Jar

Vesuvius is beaten and Warsaw defeated. Pietro and Federico clasp hands. Ghosts of gladiators lie in bloody heaps. The sea's high gale tests the treetops. A blanket of spectacula and soft grass keep the lovers warm.   Much later, their bodies are found. Stripped of flesh, still intertwined. They had been waiting for the sun to go down. But the sun forgot for a while. Stalled spectators hungrily eye the eternal tussle. Limbguine, al cuore. 

The monsters came early that day, metal teeth gnawing through their home. Later, they flee in the downpour; scurrying past the moonlit oriel of the confused titian and her lamb. In their terror, they forget one of their own. At first he revels in his new found freedom, sliding down the basement stairs on a dinner tray, rustling through his brother's Nuts collection and even trying a shave on his soft downy fur. But it is cold and late. He is young and now he is scared. The titian opens the door to find our shivering friend. She beds him down for the night, warm in her scarf. The child woman whispers some vespers and tucks him into her towel. Midnight snacks are left in easy reach. By the morning he has gone.

NORWAY The whole mountainside is carpeted in blueberries! And juniper. Some say it's surely mushroom season. The children wander off for a few minutes and taste the delicacies. NOW. Magick children.  They are the rulers of Álfheimr.  They are elfin dams protecting Midgard from the torrents of nature. They are fiercesome warriors, saving us all from Trollebotten fiends.    They are Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley. They are the 1960s.  They are Alexander Tucker.  They see wonderous sights.  A bearded man in a fox stole and his twin float by. A hooded beast with a magic wand comes to them in the night. They see the future. They laugh at their new found powers. They laugh some more.  They forget why they are laughing. KISS play on.

Harvey causing chaos on Letterman: I've been saying for a while that I'd like to go to Cleveland and knock for Harvey Pekar. People used to knock for Bukowski all the time. I'm sure that Harvey would've been a much better host. American Splendor was one of the first things that I read that really touched on the despondency of how I was feeling a lot of the time in my early 20s. Pekar pulled the humour out of the niggling tribulations and mundanity of everyday life. Life seemed to be laughing at him, even when things were going right. RIP Harvey. Russian Lullaby: John Coltrane. One of Harvey's favourites:

Addy came round the other night. We watched a weighty documentary about Kerry Katona and ate curry. She couldn't decide which coke she wanted to drink so bought three different cans: Coca Cola original, Coke Zero and some other type that I'm not sure I knew existed. She drank them all. All hail!

My full name is ***** **** *******. My hobbies are swimming and I enjoy reading. I think my most interesting experience was when I almost drowned in Cascades. Obviously I couldn't swim. I go to swimming lessons every Wednesday. I have got over seventeen swimming badges. I support Manchester United Football Club and have all my life. My favourite football players are Mark Hughes, Ryan Giggs, Lee Sharpe and Paul Ince. I hate Take That and my idol isn't Mark Owen. My idol is the man off the new levi's advert! My favourite animals are monkeys and apes and things like that. I like soul, reggae and pop music. My favourite song is Wonderful World by Sam Cooke an old soul singer. My favourite programme is Quantum Leap. My favourite films are Flatliners and Cape Fear. I once played Joseph in a school play. Kirsty was the narrator and Leanna was a brother. When I grow up I'd like to be a DJ or athlete. (I had a cut-out of his picture in my locker.) ...

Sodakore, Rajasthan Varanasi, man Varanasi: dawn on the Ganges Varanasi