Author Archives: BJD
The militant tit
For a daily dose of rank idiocy, you can’t go past afternoons with Jim Mora on National Radio. The guy epitomises the genial fool – the pliant, impressionable innocent who is only ever as good as his last conversation. He’ll … Continue reading
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I danced among tussock
I danced, down among tussock, my eyes down, watching for Spaniards – who lie in wait, brandishing stilettos, though inquisitions of that precise sort have never yet reached these shores. The road kept its distance, and I enjoyed extreme heat, … Continue reading
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Notes on a sore thumb
Sensate. That is what I ask of you, body. Sensate. And in return I arrange for you sensations. (September, and a chill wind when we’ve just begun to think of spring,Water stills, shakes itself in cloudy forms that drizzle still.Gigantic … Continue reading
The Week’s News Round-up, with correspondent Sebastian Hocktoff Virtue
These are slow-news days and weeks, and we in the media find little in the way of political or social drama to entertain the hordes who, we are increasingly discovering, need informational sustenance even more than they do the so-called … Continue reading
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The Christmas Kid
The Christmas Kid wore jewelled pajamas and a necktie of reindeer silk. His patient apostrophizing of tree and stocking and creatures of myth and fortitude directed his mind to his stomach’s growing hunger. For Christmas biscuits the Christmas Kid salivated; … Continue reading
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Curtains: A Story
Curtains slashed by age and years, windows turn cold looks on me, and in their darkness I am old. In such a room as this unnumbered years may idly pass, with bare attention failing even cognisance of setting forth. And … Continue reading
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