siblingshot, back on the bleachers
in conversation with lifeinalundby
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They were in the same space talking. They were no windows to reveal how dark it had gotten.
“Well,” Bill boomed. “When they’re finished here I know they can step to the side and say I made that. I did that. It gives them a sense of pride that before was probably lacking.”
I glanced between the toes of my boots at flames licking wood split in two by the heat in the fireplace.
“I just hope they find something cathartic in it,” I retorted. Almost in defence of my own small program. “In writing through and about their illness. It might surprise you how many people are simply content to fudge their diagnosis into a box without thought or reference to it. That’s truly disturbing.”
“Hmm,” Bill huffed. “Have you ever noticed how those motherfuckers just explode when you light them up? Like they’re intrinsically corrupt, right, an aroused zit or pimple? Real people wouldn’t do that, okay? When you shoot at them.”
It was a lie. He was lying, of course, that or he’d been bitten by some kind of delusion he bought into down the line. Real people come apart in bits too. It happens all the time.
“has anyone seen my hamster?”
from “THE WEDDING”
Faydra asked.
“i want to make a fur coat for Sindy.”
hey bud, he started in on me
where have you been, pal?
we were beginning to think
you'd left us behind for good
it was not his smile exactly
which ruined all semblance
of good intention
the entire face was a split melon
rosy and pink and glazed
the teeth yellow pips
planted in the pulp of it
it forced you to stare at your feet
Faydra, his youngest child
pulled at his leg
clutching her dolly like a pimp stick
has anyone seen my hamster
she asked
I'm making a fur coat for Sindy
and I can't find him anywhere
her father beamed
what do you say, buddy,
isn't she something else?
I smiled like you might for a camera
its iris a black hole shrinking
and thought
I'd like to do for him right there
with my bare hands
the sick motherfucker
but of course I grinned and nodded
held on to both wheels of the chair
and waited to be ushered inside
to take my pew at the end of a row
with all the other well wishers
Hand held Canon at Maryhill canal, Glasgow NW © 2023.
Discovered growing out of a radiator grille on an abandoned vehicle.
the wind a murmur we put to sea
destitutus ventis…
one by one the tamed gulls left us
so we took to our oars and sailed
off the straight edge of the world
We ferried away the detritus, shingle
the quicksilver rubble of our quarrying
first with our hands
then colanders, buckets
until finally no stone was left unturned
the mountain stood no more behind us
to taunt us with its loftiness
but rose instead
where we had dragged and disposed of it
it cast a baleful shadow
it blackened out the sun
a construct warning that tomorrow
cannot so easily chase away yesterday
Charing Cross, Glasgow, 1983. Passing traffic photographed from a suspension bridge connecting Garnethill with several arteries servicing the west end and city centre. Shot with a hand held Pentax.
“what kind of imbecile
full poem in comments
keeps secrets even from himself
just because he is afraid
of scarring an old coat of paint”
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from a series of photographs shot on location by ian begg @ Maryhill Canal, Glasgow NW.
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Hello. I am still breathing, if you wondered at this latest absence.
On and off the bleachers.
Originally here.
NAKED
▼ SIBLING IB: NEGATIVES from \”Naked On The Bleachers\” CD IB (IBCD 002) (UK)
MIXES
▼ SIBLING IB: NEGATIVES (IB\’s THANK GOD FOR THE RAIN MOTION PICTURE MIX)
from \”Bleachers In Dub\” CD IB (IB CD 001) 2018
iUPDATEi
▼ SIBLING IB + AMY WINEHOUSE: NEGATIVES (NØ\’s WINEHOUSE MASH-UP) from
\”Bleachers In Dub\” CD IB (IBCD 001) (UK) 2018
Originally here.
NAKED
▼ SIBLING IB: MINDFULNESS from \”Naked On The Bleachers\” CD IB (IBCD 002) (UK)
MIXES
▼ SIBLING IB + GUS GHOST: MINDFULNESS (GHOST MIX) from \”Bleachers In Dub\”
CD IB (IBCD 001) (UK)
▼ SIBLING IB + GUS GHOST: MINDFULNESS (EASTERN MIX #2) from \”Bleachers In
Dub\” CD IB (IBCD 001) (UK)
▼ SIBLING IB + GUS GHOST: MINDFULNESS (IB\’s KEYHOLE INTERVENTION MIX #3)
from \”Bleachers In Dub\” CD IB (IBCD 001) (UK) 2018
iUPDATEi
▼ SIBLING IB + NØ: MINDFULNESS (IB\’s DEGENERATE MIX • SLAPSHØT EDIT) from
\”Bleachers In Dub\” CD IB (IBCD 001) (UK) 2018
Late night poem for Holly. Originally here.
▼ SIBLING IB + SONIC YOUTH: INDEX SIN CD 9 #5 (IB\’s PROVIDENCE MIX) from
\”Bleachers In Dub\” CD IB (IBCD 001) (UK) 2018
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