Entries Tagged as ‘lost & found’

October 9, 2009

mr toad he bad

A week or two ago, BBC 24 Hour non-News had a Saturday entertainment segment on drag racing. Oh god, the thrill that went through me. I know it’s the wrong time for this. I know all this is over. I do know that. But before I die I want to sit in one of those [...]

September 17, 2009

sf retrospective

Stan Robinson’s spectacular at New Scientist is a mini-magazine of the 1980s, including a polemic by Stan himself, reviews & futurological speculations by everyone from Ian Watson to Gwyneth Jones, & flash fiction by many of the core authors of Brit SF. There’s even a review of Margaret Atwood. Very satisfying, although I could have [...]

September 7, 2009

reaching the dream

Reversing her mother’s trajectory, Roxy Freeman exchanged the gypsy life for a flat in Brighton, where
I can’t see or feel the change from one season to the next, I crave greenery, and I constantly wrestle with the emotion of feeling trapped. I spend half my life opening doors and windows, trying to get rid of [...]

August 18, 2009

a single stupid phrase

From a blog conversation last year:
I get [writer's] block but I don’t mind because I figure it’s nature’s way of telling me I’m doing something wrong. Therefore I don’t call it that, either. I’m not going to learn anything by using a cliche to describe an important event in my own experience. Rather than call [...]

July 21, 2009

lunar clandestino

Paul McAuley has this. Looking at it I realised that I’m no longer interested in a world in which a WW2 bomber hasn’t been found on the Moon.

July 1, 2009

my 3-d constitutional

A hot sunny afternoon. Polished trade routes at the very bottom end of the grades, perfect for absolute beginners & old men who have made it back to being beginners again. If you squeeze through that flake crack up on the right, you come out in a dry vegetated corner of reality a million miles [...]

June 23, 2009

a loving relationship

A loving relationship with Time for Tea Original, Millstone Edge, around 1989. I seem to have had a few more muscles then, also a nice line in little black sweaters.

This was supposed to be a photo session for the back jacket of Climbers. Andy Pollitt held the rope. Ron Fawcett took the pictures. I had [...]

June 19, 2009

imaginary room

June 14, 2009

reduced territories

The garden bench stands in an area two feet by four, with old brick edges on the short sides and the ivy-covered wall at the back. The surface so bounded is covered with unevenly-bedded squares of old tile (nine inches on a side) and paving slab (perhaps eighteen inches on a side), up through the [...]

June 10, 2009

dan jones & ian miller

I’ve added a couple of new links, to Ian Miller & Dan Jones. Ian is as invigorating as ever–

–while Dan is up to his neck in Kursk at the Young Vic.
Listening to: everything I can get of the Psychedelic Furs. Regretting: a missed lunch at The Modern Pantry. Just finished reviewing: Hodd by Adam [...]