Provocative Postcards

This idea came to me the other day, it amuses me.

Spotted

Tartan flat cap,
Bogart trenchcoat.
Face: Poirot/Clouseau,
by way of a euro
moustache.

Sloping overbridge
by the Heritage
Plc. pub, he
holds his camera
on its side

like he's Cousteau,
a ventriloquist
or enthused parent.
Stock characters
all and forever.

Faust

This is just a man from a magazine but I picked up red and black ink without thinking and it makes every portrait look 50% more villainous.

Knockers (Part 2)

Another set from my archive. Triumphs in personal taste over resale value.

Aerial

My father has a monument
in this town
dedicated
to quick-release
seatbelts.
You'll need a snorkel.

Missed Connections

Exhibit A) the french director Vincent Moon. I'm familiar with him from watching his films with Mogwai and The National.

I've been reading Borges recently, the Argentinian essayist, poet and short story writer. His story The Shape of The Sword features a coward called Vincent Moon. I've come to realise that the french director took his name from the character in the story. It's an absolute beazer of a story - I'd link to it but that would be an insult to the author of The Library of Babel, readers should buy it or seek it out in their local library.

Printwork

Warning

Don't kick stones.
You'll scratch
Your shoes
And those cars
And there'll always
Be more.

Knockers (Part 1)

I went through a bit of a phase in the last year, I started taking photographs of knockers. Door knockers. I happened to see a few exceptional ones and it made me hungry to see more and record them for posterity. It made me sentimental for an imagined past in which lovingly-crafted ironmongery was a focal point. I've been charmed by the personality-projection that can come with owned properties, and I had to learn how to walk down a street while nonchalantly checking out door knockers without looking like a burglar or plain-clothed postman as my head swung side to side. 

Here is the first batch of my collection, please look upon them as an alternative to Page 3 or wall-mounted animal heads (an analogy that comes to mind as I've seen many metal lion heads).

My toothbrush is very intelligent

'... a short stuttering sound reminds you to brush all four quadrants of your mouth equally.
A long stuttering sound indicates the end of the professionally recommended 2-minute brushing time.
The elapsed brushing time is memorised when the handle is briefly switched off during brushing. 

'To promote optimal brushing your toothbrush has a pressure control feature installed. If too much pressure is applied,
the oscillating movement of the brush head will continue but the pulsation will stop. 
In addition you will also hear a different sound while brushing.'

I thought I heard a different sound when I listened to the recording of Rowan Williams in Dresden.
Maybe I shouldn't have earphones in when I brush my teeth.

'In the 1930's Max Braun's small business grew to become one of Germany's leading consumer radio manufacturers. At the 1937 World's Fair in Paris, he received the award for special achievements in phonography ... During World War II, Braun was compelled to more or less abandon products for the civilian sector. In 1944, the Frankfurt factories were almost entirely destroyed ...'

My car was shaking on the motorway. Oscillating?
...
move or swing back and forth in a regular rhythm
Yes, I suppose it did.
Trees on the horizon looked like teeth
and white German cars swept past.
My car shakes at 80, is better at 90.
The sound changes from one of
spinning metal and shaking bolts
to the steady drone of flight.
I spent parts of the drive,
when not listening to the radio,
wondering if I could ever press
the accelerator hard enough
that my little Fiesta
would fall apart.