Comments on: Dark Angels in October http://www.26fruits.co.uk/blog/blogberry/dark-angels-in-october/ 26 Fruits Tue, 07 Sep 2010 10:13:28 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: Rob SP http://www.26fruits.co.uk/blog/blogberry/dark-angels-in-october/comment-page-1/#comment-940 Rob SP Sun, 01 Nov 2009 19:24:27 +0000 http://www.26fruits.co.uk/blog/?p=455#comment-940 She will. And it will be. Unless she’s not and it isn’t. Then I don’t want to know. Well, I do. What if it’s him and he has? Then I won’t. She will. And it will be. Unless she’s not and it isn’t. Then I don’t want to know. Well, I do. What if it’s him and he has? Then I won’t.

]]> By: John Simmons http://www.26fruits.co.uk/blog/blogberry/dark-angels-in-october/comment-page-1/#comment-937 John Simmons Fri, 30 Oct 2009 18:53:46 +0000 http://www.26fruits.co.uk/blog/?p=455#comment-937 Neil Duffy has the last word from the angels Cool clear cloudless. Soft sun. Tokyo London. Autumn’s Platonic conception of itself. Wouldn’t it be great if it was like this all the time? Neil Duffy has the last word from the angels

Cool clear cloudless. Soft sun. Tokyo London. Autumn’s Platonic conception of itself. Wouldn’t it be great if it was like this all the time?

]]> By: John Simmons http://www.26fruits.co.uk/blog/blogberry/dark-angels-in-october/comment-page-1/#comment-936 John Simmons Fri, 30 Oct 2009 09:16:38 +0000 http://www.26fruits.co.uk/blog/?p=455#comment-936 Gardens of Granada. Pomegranate gleams in green leaves, BlackBerry dims. No more emails. No more Moors. A last sigh. Emails back to sender. John Pin-striped legs, marching in time. Eyes forward, arms loaded. A red coat breaks up the City grey. She catches me watching. I look away. Anelia Soldier shirt. leotard. fishnet stockings. cap over glint in your eye. stage call. slinking shrug. eyelash flashing. twinkling wink goodbye. Andy O guru! O method! O teacher! O pregnant promise of learning! Burning figments of the mutual. “Read this” she said, “and let it spur you on”. Chris I thought that you had kept me waiting, until I realised that you had, through waiting, kept me. Martin Quite a character/Though notable by absence/Giving pause for breath/He’s the unseen guest/But it’s not hard to find him/He’ll be at the bar. Paul ‘Thoughts spin like crazy plates. Shadows at a circus. I wait, breathing…willing the din to die away. Waiting for you to come, and slow. Me. Down. Where are you, Mr Sleep?’ Heather ‘MMMaaa. Shlooo. Door. Door! Key! Key! Keeeeeeeey! Hoooovah. Bagga. Bagga. Bagga! Hahum. Hah. Car! Wayawaya. Bye-bye, bye-bye. MMMaaaaaaaa.‘ Claire Taxi out: wait: taxi back: taxi out: wait: back: disembark: wait in bus: several bottle out: climb stairs: taxi out: take off: for starters. Stuart Indian dawn. Half asleep. Luggage on platform. Train leaving station. Where’s the camera? Oh no...oh well...one happy sleeping car attendant. Jamie The King & I. And me in the wings. I'm guard/peasant/priest; cloud, half a house and a guy called Phra Alack. Harborough Theatre needs men. Thomas Gardens of Granada. Pomegranate gleams in green leaves, BlackBerry dims. No more emails. No more Moors. A last sigh. Emails back to sender. John

Pin-striped legs, marching in time. Eyes forward, arms loaded. A red coat breaks up the City grey. She catches me watching. I look away. Anelia

Soldier shirt. leotard. fishnet stockings. cap over glint in your eye. stage call. slinking shrug. eyelash flashing. twinkling wink goodbye. Andy

O guru! O method! O teacher! O pregnant promise of learning! Burning figments of the mutual. “Read this” she said, “and let it spur you on”. Chris

I thought that you had kept me waiting, until I realised that you had, through waiting, kept me. Martin

Quite a character/Though notable by absence/Giving pause for breath/He’s the unseen guest/But it’s not hard to find him/He’ll be at the bar. Paul

‘Thoughts spin like crazy plates. Shadows at a circus. I wait, breathing…willing the din to die away. Waiting for you to come, and slow. Me. Down. Where are you, Mr Sleep?’ Heather

‘MMMaaa. Shlooo. Door. Door! Key! Key! Keeeeeeeey! Hoooovah. Bagga. Bagga. Bagga! Hahum. Hah. Car! Wayawaya. Bye-bye, bye-bye. MMMaaaaaaaa.‘ Claire

Taxi out: wait: taxi back: taxi out: wait: back: disembark: wait in bus: several bottle out: climb stairs: taxi out: take off: for starters. Stuart

Indian dawn. Half asleep. Luggage on platform. Train leaving station. Where’s the camera? Oh no…oh well…one happy sleeping car attendant. Jamie

The King & I. And me in the wings. I’m guard/peasant/priest; cloud, half a house and a guy called Phra Alack. Harborough Theatre needs men. Thomas

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