The Fine Line EBOOK
Transcript of The Fine Line EBOOK
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That beggar downtherestanding like a
street lampunder every kind
of whether thatGod has ever seen
bothers you.
Past the tunnel
- above there's a train
running-
he's reading. Life isa sleeping bag
followed by suddenexplosions and he's
a lightening conductorunder the woe-sky.
Your pound coin is lostin the hat of his
unruffled wisdom.
black
shrill city
gritty citya
hopeless city
with no vent inthe leaden canopy of its sky
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a way
while a wayfind away
just for a dayget me out of what
Im in
sing me the songthat all ways let me home
ssssshhhhh while I sleepwalk
the nutters tightropethe jitters slippery slope
back homea w a
y
Let me sleep on this bed of thoughts and leaves Let me sleep on this bed of thoughts and
leaves Let me sleep on this bed of thoughts and leaves Let me sleep on this bed of thoughtsand leaves Let me sleep on this bed of thoughts and leaves Let me sleep on this bed of
thoughts and leaves Let me sleep on this bed of thoughts and leaves Let me sleep on this bedof thoughts and leaves Let me sleep on this bed of thoughts and leaves Let me sleep on this
bed of thoughts and leaves Let me sleep on this bed of thoughts and leaves Let me sleep on
this bed of thoughts and leaves Let me sleep on this bed of thoughts and leaves Let me sleep
on this bed of thoughts and leaves Let me sleep on this bed of thoughts and leaves Let me
sleep on this bed of thoughts and leaves Let me sleep on this bed of thoughts and leaves Letme sleep on this bed of thoughts and leaves Let me sleep on this bed of thoughts and leaves
Let me sleep on this bed of thoughts and leaves Let me sleep on this bed of thoughts and
leaves Let me sleep on this bed of thoughts and leaves Let me sleep on this bed of thoughts
and leaves Let me sleep on this bed of thoughts and leaves Let me sleep on this bed of
thoughts and leaves Let me sleep on this bed of thoughts and leaves
still life
screamstraffic
hard heel soundsscreeching
wind of white collars leaving the City
water loo
bridges the gap
loud dusk
lautnights on time
double-decker bass
rattlinghonking lightslightning horns
barking pub doorssqueaking fe
growling male
down dry throats
inner city blues gulps
down
dry
throatyafter all
this noise
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Tra la perduta gente (Dante)
Whats beauty?
Eating space and tarFollowing the road scar
Wounding the city
The burning rail tracks
Sparkling into another
Dimension where things
Matter
That bleached poster
Stuck at the petrol pumpVISIT JAMAICA
Dwindling morning dream
Visit visit Jamaica.
!!lump of mud
small flower blossom
on the dunghill of flesh and blood!
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wet animal
serpentine naturea whale of flowing
hauling outinto mothers
big wet bellyflotsam
the later spitted memoryon random coastlines
- what a beast! -
filled to the brim of its bed
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with the rims of lifes wheels
the source of the Thames
is London
dark creature
illuminated dwellingto so many worlds
the streets spell outthe bricks know
place mutters
life
rises and ebbs
rises and ebbs
flows and ebbs
pub shoressee the jetsam in
white
layers of depth
pristine
unwoundedattacked by
inklings of heart
miens of soulintimations ofbrain drain
a wafer diginto the p
ages
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beggar down there
cul-de-sac your thoughts
life waves its empty hata barren mind
a tunnel night
a moistened finger holing the sky
thunders and lights
try pitytry
whytry down there
insert another coin.
Whats nothing
no-thing
no-tree
no-animalno-man
no-oneit stays still
through the metamorphosisof time
and againcreeping nothing
seeping nothingthrough the blossom
of life
this other thingwhich does not withdraw
you know
nothing
you hear
nothingyou feel
nothingcarefully skillfully
positioning wordslike stones
to make a pathof sense
(your sense)but it lays still
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London Stoneages of City
safetyeven though Excaliburd by
Arthur
and now jailhoused
in Cannon Street
yet
a piece of LudgateLud town
London
stonecannon ball for flying magicianspiece of lime
nowfor the Sumitomo Banking
tower
fleeting impressions
Ive already been here before
Then,
In a corner of a cafThe crevices
Of fate
Or luck
Casual encounters
Shaking of hands people adjusting theirTies or bras
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no tune blues
my hopes goneno nobody holding on
far cry from home
aint no body no one
got my got in
wonder where i amwander where i belong
knot my not in
hold me like never
do me what ever
hold me while everdoes gut me clever
got no tune in my hands
and blues under my pillowthis is the way words die
not with a bang but with a whimper
our presencecreates a perfectly
circular black hole in
the fabric of life from
where we appear andinto which we dis-
appear again
the reality of his
own experience
he admits
is somewhat
di erent
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A story does not begin
a story does not end
laylocks spread on
the surface of the sea
Lazy sails flapping
on the surface
la Monet patches and blots
Eyedrops of light
And
blood
Aldgate, Bishopsgate, Moorgate, Aldersgate,
Cripplegate, Newgate, Ludgate, Billingsgate,
with the Tower, The Barbican and Castle
Bynard: eleven wounds in an electrical circuit.
Iain Sinclair
The names that built this wallAre more than the grains
of a handful of sandmore than the reign of Genghis Khan
more than the hair on my head
a thousand men provided the bricksanother thousand the lime
a thousand slaves the laboura thousand bankers the gold
a thousand kings the army
Around the wall
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just before dawnanother dusk
a glas sustained in a
toasta nipple pushes throughthe wall of me
mory
some darkness precipitates
in word
world
lifeself
lessness ness ness ness
me
wondershould i dust the thaw
the sweat of leavingtoo early
ever to early
probably atripping
just
Reading Rumi 6 a.m.
Whos speaking?
Is it me speaking through the branches
Of that tree or me speaking to thee
Why am I speaking then
With the wind whistling and
The bird singing
And the river flowing and the
Time passing and the monk prayingWhy am I speaking then?
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Victoria Square 06/05/04
piazza
small victorianwhitewashed houses
almost too normal
for the immediate vicinity of
The Palace
instead of old Spaniards
smoking palavering walking10.17 traffic wardens
10.18 and 10.21 cabs rat-running10.34 rubbish collection
vinegar whiffs(chipper round the corner?)
4-lane trafficon at least 3 sides
helicopters
(flying in executives?)
from above
an islandunder roaring weather
constantly repelled from
Bucking ham
Ich liebe meines Wesens Dunkelstunden.
R.M. Rilke
darkness of my soulclocking
love of my lifeticking
world coming homeas a time limit
to gocrazy
in this enclosure
calledbe
coming
words trying to bridgethe hour glass
of feigning existenceeyes willing to spurt
into jet lags of self...swhile our inner alarm clock
is grinding to holda
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II
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I
I
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therethere
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Londo
nskull
heading
aEurope
skeleton
ohwhatas
wishreaper
(probablywithBowlerhat)
asortofroy
aldawdlerin
Hide&Park
Empireturnedkreserb
anISLAND
sland
atrifletoosmall
forlostgrandeur
Too
many
suitorssuits
tobepleased
theire-gos
tobestuffed
assetsa
ssetsassetsassetsassetsassets
assetsassetsassetsassetsasse
tsassets
worthsom
ewarsand
fleshtoberu
bbishedaway
beautytobesoldout
needsstreamlinedintoone-waysystems
cul-de-s
achopes
materially
nourished
spiritua
llyvain
reelingthemantraofthecivilised
-soundsliketamed-
warld:
MoneyHealthnHappiness
MoneyHealthnHappiness
MoneyHealthnHappiness
MoneyHealthnHappiness
Hey
eat
I-ness
Atfac
evalue
theskinoverLo
ndonistootight
thefaceliftofsuc
cesstoosuccessful
(probablyrep-carreplacesBowler)
toodeepyetthelinesinthefacesofthepoor
theThames
Voiceofdusk
Andemptyshells
Gatheredby
theriver
Washingour
Sinsofsoot
Ecco
B
abylondonthe
great
Abomi
Nation
Ofthe
Earth
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LIKE A SPONGE HE SITS
AND WAITS FOR THE WORDS
TO COMEinspiration
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my oh my
labouring throughyear-
ring after ring
coming into its ownas only full grown treescan
fall like wings
Je dans au mileu des miracles (Aragon)
IVow
elOr
Pillar
Or
Wound
I
Be
foreThe
WorldDescen
ding onA
slopeOf
Dis/hope
IDis/
mal
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free me from sophistication
free me from ambition
free me from the holy see
of knowledge
pass me wine and bread
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so fistam bi
holey seano edge
bring the pizza
Ill do the water
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be (atthe
utmost
what
you wantedto be)
ar it
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Detritus please come and Seahow well I up and down
Your very stuff is hardly sheencutting capers in the muck
Spate-wash the trap, OlMan
off squalor swell up to the brim
of Mothers skully orbs
haul into long forgotten tributaries
never mind
Your own wells nor your colours
I Father away
whatever is given
offer out into eternityrelicts, remains
bodies
Detritus
my son
is Shipping out the shadows
There is stilllife which screams
through the bloated veins of traffichardened by heel sounds
screeching like a barren wind
through the course
of white collars leaving the City
Here stands WaterlooQueen of the harlots
bridging the gap of loud dusk thoughts.
But life seeps
through the night bus rattlingand the pub doors closing
And life seeps
down with sawdust of gold
and city blues gulps
down our dry throat
after all this noise
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fear
such a long way from homewhere do I turn to
in my
be
wilderness
wheres my backpack
courageI wrapped into my skin
where is homewhere ? oh me
rubsody
rubbish
blue notes of dis-pair
songlines post
modern
trash
lines the willto outlive the human
for goods
a darkening haloaround life
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meditation on
the light
comein
I
lluminat
ing the faintscenery of the
day with turbines
slashing the grey duvetinto halves every 40 seconds
and carbon dioxide clouds foam
ing from the runway of wet tarmac w
here rubber wheeled engines growl and
hiss clock-ruled beings you man while thebirds duty away on chirping and whistling as
The true identity of London is its absence.
the
black
dark
ness
be
comesth
e
white
black
ness ofi ll u
sion
CARVED
IN
AN ABSENT CITY,
FRAIL CHART OF AN
ESSENTIAL ACROPOLIS
PER SEMPRE ANDATA
LIKE A THORN IN A SIDE
A REMINDEROR AN AFTERTHOUGHT
STANDS
THE LAST STONE
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Life
makes sense:
Transient
Footprint
soon
annulled
by perennial
sandsof time against
the
Wall of Timedespite the
scorching hour;
Guards
assigned tothe custody
Of
a
.
London
Forever subsists
past the unbending sky
and jitters of swift leptons
charging Westminsternew heaven new earth
mixed towards futile vainglory
yet to comethe zeitgeist
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person : expectations
1 + 1 are 3
angst x angstbears soul
life - death still needs an end
words2
= !worlds
love " fear
(soul)
London: misty morning, 10 a.m.
I,
Among the roadrunes
Unnamed desolation
Here in the mouth of a Metro
A Languid suspicion
bourgeois intention to mesh
Forget oneself and act
scatter like ashes and go with the flux
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waywarden
whatnots
wantallwidemouthed
while the world slowly whithers
And always, beyond the pain - the river.
Ian Sinclair
flowing Is it this: bottles coinsyour stones revelations of
existence so carelessly splinters and bright red
passing away without bricks or levigated glass
afterthoughts of any sort in all shapes and colours
you give and take the debris-memoryin the quietness of a river
of your constant flowGod?
you pass and stay
all the sameall the way
now the stream like a branch
stretches its limbs to the lineof the sea past the dam
up to the opening of
the freewaters
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a sackfull
of joyemptied in youth
fullbliss
nowhangs un
filled from thebone matter
of
life
Hercules 12x ad infinitum
b. a big boy now
b. strongb. rich
never b. wrong
b. a man
b. smart
always b. can
never b. done
b. logicalb. sensible
never b. weak
and b. whatever they say under b.
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as the city runes my skin
a rat of the skies
a foxan aircraft
a cry
wind and grey sky
a dogs yap
shoutingsirens
muffled musicmy neighbour
a thoughtlight
hungera scent of her
my self
are carcassed together for an instant
HERE IS THE FINE LINE
HERE IS THE GRAVE LINEPASSING THE LINE
THREADING THE LINE
WORDS ON THE LINE
STRETCHING FROM SEA TO SKY_
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ELECTRIC AVENUE
incurable cloud, therejection of novelty
out of our depth, re-drowning in one sea
A brick forlucapacijuergenghebrezgiabiher.
To launch a slender craft.
With my thanks for these fresh steps in an old dance.Words to relish. A city to survive.
Beaks & claws.Iain Sinclair, 11/2004