Sunday 21 February 2016

Paraphernalia

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There is a list of nightclubs written on a year old receipt, obscuring the names of the purchases, which are any case written in spanish, total of twenty euro seventy. Further evidence abounds: a few stickers peeled from a crumbling wall, reams of receipts for burgers, various brands of beer, coffee, wi-fi access, many of them signed - although with never quite the same signature.

Two ticket stubs for a film, one for a museum, piles of empty cans, discarded cigarette packets, warrants, parking fines, hospital bills, digging through a bin turns up a document entitling the bearer to check in a single bag of no more than fifteen kilograms on a flight from Dublin international at six-forty-five in the morning, a diary written in once and then thrown away, forensic accountants turn up mysterious endowments from untraceable sources, an original birth certificate thought to have been lost in a fire is produced by interrogators as if by magic along with passports, rubber stamps, proof of being at any given location on any given date - and the paper trail is accelerating to faster than sixty seconds a minute, purchases made three days from now must be explained, in little under a year there is a death certificate of an eighty year old man, signed by himself, lungs forming cancer cells automatically as ashtrays materialise ash, a wave of material that does not yet exist overflows from the offices of every police station in the world and delays the investigation.













Monday 15 February 2016

A Book in Motion

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In walks through departure terminals, docks, bus depots, railway stations and other jumping off points I have often found a short novel called "Margaras Unlimited" with the subtitle "A Book in Motion," and the book is always read in motion, during the downtime in any journey which is also where it is written; a book of motion, a cloud of dust which when viewed from a certain angle at a particular moment appears to spell out the letters 'A,B,Q, etc' - it is always very easy to read and constitutes the perfect accompaniment to purgatorial voyages across floor-boards, fuselage, decking, floorpans, broken chassis, wreckages both submerged and terrestrial, the story of a traveller flows - bloodstain pattern analysts divine eloquent copperplate sentences in the splatter that resulted from an argument about the contrails that criss cross the sunday morning sky, shining gold in the daybreak.