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Scroodles

Tag: automatic writing


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As it Happens

Dejeune Dada

 

Wild notes:

A bit of a whopper!

 

Had to get these down before I got stuck

cheroooted to the table.

Thanks to Danny Baker.

 

Warmed my butt and sacrum

with the oat and lavender bags

flicked through the morning stations for

distraction,

inspiration,

information –

in short, company.

Other voices.

 

Came across the Danny Baker Show,

a show I like and always forget to listen to

I am so bogged down in my listening ways.

 

The item was about Greenland’s timezone-less centre;

how they called it Greenland because Vikings

wanted to deter invaders from their cherished Iceland;

another item mentioned ‘thundersnow’

and I was away. Up for it, writing came first

and I made some jots:

 

These are they.

 

Saturday mornings Punk Odyssey

Drongo pomes dialogue.

 

The Vanmitzvah;

 

little feral red van

becomes

big red van/bus does

not stop at my gate.

 

Passed by a boy: came back a man.

Returned, emerged.

Apple in a football ground.

Thundersnow on a lowlight