Temporary

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temporary departure

not having seen enough

by any means

 

what can I add?

except to

say that the

 

derelict mental

hospital

was always

 

and good place for a picnic

‘Mental’ that’s

what they say

 

as if that

was a condemnation

there are long

 

hallways filled

with broken chairs

the burnt remains

 

of former campsites

and the birds

are used

 

by now

to flying in

and out the windows

 

will this be made

into luxury flats?

 

or the whole site

a business park

an enclosure

 

for the supposedly

real business

of the world?

 

I’ll be back soon

I’ve just gone off

to oil a bicycle wheel

 

 

icy waters

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The bourgeoisie, wherever it has got the upper hand, has put an end to all feudal, patriarchal, idyllic relations. It has pitilessly torn asunder the motley feudal ties that bound man to his “natural superiors”, and has left remaining no other nexus between man and man than naked self-interest, than callous “cash payment”. It has drowned the most heavenly ecstasies of religious fervour, of chivalrous enthusiasm, of philistine sentimentalism, in the icy water of egotistical calculation. It has resolved personal worth into exchange value, and in place of the numberless indefeasible chartered freedoms, has set up that single, unconscionable freedom — Free Trade. In one word, for exploitation, veiled by religious and political illusions, it has substituted naked, shameless, direct, brutal exploitation.

The bourgeoisie has stripped of its halo every occupation hitherto honoured and looked up to with reverent awe. It has converted the physician, the lawyer, the priest, the poet, the man of science, into its paid wage labourers.

Orangehead

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What am I searching for? Am I looking for a book?  Am I looking for the key? Am I searching for the salt? There’s always something isn’t there? A teaspoon. An address. The divine. Maybe. Or the sex thing. Walking along the seafront. The clickidy-clackedy machinery of desire.

But that’s a digression, isn’t it?

Anyone fancy winding up an orange?

Where’s the key gone?