Sinister: my head is my only house unless it rains

[Richard Gillanders]

'clear spot' ain't so bad.  I prefer the don van vliet
yin.  to the pernice brothers yin.  or even the stacey
shackleford yin.



I thought about things that had been.  a few days ago.
 I did the thinking.  the things had been.  a while
before that.
I knew the lights didn't always have to be off.  and
in the end they weren't.  but it was the end.  and I
had to leave.



now.
there was more socialising.  I'm not quite used to it
yet.  but I might be getting better.  sometimes I have
nothing to say.  I appear rude.  no doubt.

talking briefly about odysseus' home.  an island that
could be reached by foot.  and men at work.  both
varieties.  there are only two?  but in different
rooms.

with 'when I'm 64' on the way.  among others.  and
getting home at quarter to three.  it was a
coincidence.  but there was no coincidence.  of the
line and the getting.  it had passed and I think I
heard jim o'rourke as I pulled into the driveway.

it isn't any good if you feel bad because someone
annoys you.  like you feel bad because you got
annoyed.



the song 'here come the warm jets' makes me want some
ice cream.  there must be an explanation.  

I actually know the reason.  and I don't think it
makes me silly.

I foundandfinished 'the third policeman' and enjoyed
it very much.  there's the 'golden hours' connection
to brian eno.  and it seems like brian stole a phrase
from one of the one-legged men for that one.  'blank
frank'.  a man with a wooden leg named finnucane. 
dick van dyke would probably have something to say
about that.  I'll take better care with my modifier
placements.  or maybe I won't.  I confuse myself. 
I've been enjoying 'diagnosis murder' recently.  why?



life without buildings again.  tomorrow.  even if it
isn't really feasible.  better than life without
talent.  and we all know what equals that.  or I do. 
at any rate.  last week there was tracer beforehand. 
I don't know how.  someone said.  'they're from
belfast.'.  and it put a whole new perspective on it. 
I forget just how.  just now.  the last song lasted
longer than the lot they played before it lumped
together.  ludicrous.  before them there was a lady
[on closer inspection] with a personal computer trying
to redo the 'williams mix'.  or something else.  that
doesn't really sound like the 'williams mix'.  and
sounds more like the aphex twin.  on further
reflection I quite enjoyed her.  show.

I'm all for making sense.  don't stop.
it.

richard.

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