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Will You Be Waiting for Me in the Star Alley?

- an impossible child - Tuesday, February 21st, 2006 : goo

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(day five: 4.768km, 269.6kcal, 7947 steps)
vroom vroom in the dwarfmobile, deeper and deeper under ground, what would you like today, madam? oh, i will have one trillion coins today, thank you
up, on some different stairs, feed the birds tuppence a bag, feed the rats with wings banned from every single rail station in london
on a day like this the city is a hostile boiling cage of compasses and throgmortons (heehawing happily after a good lunch)
on a day like this the city doesnt like me and i dont like it back
glass steel concrete concrete steel concrete 17th century christopher wren church glass steel concrete concrete concrete glass
blinded by the neon sign, ‘welcome to the plantation palace,’ you will never want to leave
past mincing lane where the underwriters are the butchers of today
through seething lane and crutched friars into the savage gardens
this is where yeah thats ok
this is where oh this gas is bugging me, my stomachs been funny all day, all we had was that pizza last night
this is where i guess i could
this is where are we there yet mummy
this is where your boyfriend said hed text you didnt he i bet you he forgot i bet you he got off with whatshername shes such a bitch she really is are you bovvered
this is where oh that looks interesting look at those drawings
this is where you can be so selfish sometimes i never said a word i hate arguing in public
this is where what this way
this is where i cant remember
this is where i love you

pine trees in fair street still smell sweetly (secret garden gate, secret garden, unkempt)
what does ‘dare quam accipere’ mean?
the cat and cucumber café has been closed due to the stupidity of the name. also affected: topnotch health clubs (“dare 2b different”)
under the bridge, druids are celebrating deities of porsche and scrap metal

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elaine: 21st Feb 2006 - 19:10 GMT

'have a nice day in the hostile boiling cage of compasses, dear' has a ring to it!

Peter: i like writings like this.

Spike: Pine trees Yum!

an impossible child: 22nd Feb 2006 - 09:35 GMT

elaine: does it make a bit more sense now?

peter: thank you

spike: you shouldn't eat pine trees, i don't think :)

elaine: 22nd Feb 2006 - 10:14 GMT

yep, nice writing, too. put em toghether and what do you get?

bibbity bobbity boo.

so now integration?

an impossible child: 22nd Feb 2006 - 14:34 GMT

elaine :P bibbity bobbity what? hehehehehehe? what?! xxxxx

elaine: 22nd Feb 2006 - 14:48 GMT

heh, it's a nonsense song, and it is from something.... is it from the snow white disney cartoon? anyone?
i feel it could be from the bit where the animals are helping her with housework, maybe?

Peter: 22nd Feb 2006 - 14:49 GMT

cinderella! "put em together and what have you got? bippity boppity boo!"

elaine: 22nd Feb 2006 - 14:52 GMT

yep, close, but no banana!
cinderella. and it is that scene, right, though? there is an advert here at the moment for margarine where they use that, except it is real animals - i could watch it forever, it is my ultimate fantasy, to be at one with animals. this is why it would be dangerous for me to go anywhere near any proper wild animals.

jack: 22nd Feb 2006 - 15:07 GMT

i think that particular piece writing is for younger folk. i seemed to miss something. what is bovvered? it was pleasant reading it.

Peter: 22nd Feb 2006 - 15:13 GMT

i think its sort of abstract poetry, jack. sort of like abstract art. but perhaps it caters to different tastes. i just like seeing creative writing of any sort on here. it gives a good rhythm to all the photos.

elaine: 22nd Feb 2006 - 15:24 GMT

jack, i can tell you this, it is very good. it wants reading aloud. it's very phonetic, very local, very london. bovvered is bothered. it's a good contemporary equivalent to the jack kerouac kind of idiom. i tried reading some irving welsh to an israeli the other day and i had to explain every little bit as i went along. this is what is both grand and appalling about english. mind you, the thing to do is to get the reader onside in a long piece you have time for that, like annie proulx frinstance.

an impossible child: thank you :P x

Jamie: 22nd Feb 2006 - 15:33 GMT

What an excellent piece of writing. It put me in mind both of the opening monologue of the movie trainspotting, and also blur's parklife. There's also i hint of chuck palahniuk somewhere in there i can't shake from my head now. Good stuff.

elaine: you are proper mental, i worry about you.

Jack: bovverd is a slang term used by young british white folk. Usually used to deflect a 'diss' and spoken in a 'black' accent

"you gotta fat ass bitch"

"my bovad doe?!"

you could also tag an "innit" (being british asian for 'isn't it') if you wished to further your grammatical incorrectness, innit.

elaine: 22nd Feb 2006 - 15:36 GMT

it's 'issit' now, jamie. jamie, you are proper old fashioned, issit.
and why, pray, am i so distinctively mental at this precise moment?

anon (heineken-hme0.london.02.net): 22nd Feb 2006 - 15:48 GMT

Animals helping with the washing up? Live baby duckling necklaces? I rest my case. So it's 'isit' now is it? Face? Bovad?!

elaine: 22nd Feb 2006 - 15:51 GMT

alright. the facts of my case don't bear close scrutiny. but i am right about everything else. as per!

elaine: 22nd Feb 2006 - 16:02 GMT

for you, jack, so-called anon's "Face? Bovad?" translates as, 'look at my face, do i look like i am bothered by what you have said?' which of course has no meaning in print media, although because of the popularisation of the phrase by the comidienne catherine tate it is in such common parlance that it is even pooible to be understood saying it on the phone.

an impossible child: 22nd Feb 2006 - 16:23 GMT

'bovvered' in my case came from little britain really (yes i watch a bit too much tv)

um... very often when i sit down to put words down onto paper/screen the monster lurks up behind me & i get too self-conscious or think how no one in the world will understand any etc...

thanks x

Jamie: 22nd Feb 2006 - 19:40 GMT

Ooops! Anon was me. Silly me. But, elaine, is pooible a word? Maybe pooable. But that still makes little sense. Bovad?

an impossible child: 22nd Feb 2006 - 19:56 GMT

hahahahahahahhahahahahaha jamie pooable is fantastic! :)
xxx

jack: 22nd Feb 2006 - 20:25 GMT

i read this a couple more times and yes it read pleasantly and i thought of different scenes and instances, on a day like this appears as he is moving and traveling and angry or discontent with hippocracies and then he is there, at this moment in time, punctuating each happening. did i get it or am i not there?

elaine: 22nd Feb 2006 - 21:52 GMT

i know, jamie, you can't fool me. pooible was a typo, as well you can see. possible possible possible it was. pooible it also might be, if there were only a meaning floating out there...
jack, i hesitate to speak for the impossible - or even impooible - child, but it does seem to me that you are getting there good.

an impossible child: 23rd Feb 2006 - 10:06 GMT

I AM NOT IMPOOIBLE thank you very much! :P

i dont remember being particularly angry on that day, what makes you say that?

elaine: 23rd Feb 2006 - 10:57 GMT

not impooible, hear that, jamie?

it does have a little discontent, but praps more from the surroundings than from you. 'angry' is only one of the elements jack has picked up on, if you look at what he has said apart from that, i think he is picking up pretty good for someone for whom the place and the language is unfamiliar, don't you? acourse i not only get the language, but also the location, so it is naturally evocative for me, and i suppose there might come a time when you think about your reader - who are you letting in/keeping out and how are you doing that. jack went from not getting it to having an inkling after a coupla goes, which strikes me as being pretty successful, no? and perfectly acceptable level of understanding for a short piece - what poetry would stick in our minds if we didn't have to read it more than once?

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