My observations are sometimes punched into me – not physically, but fed serially by a fist that sits on a jackhammer… oft six, seven or eight syllables drum themselves prosodically into my mind’s memory silos…. take 2012 for example…
The Royal Courts of the mogul emperors.
Gibb in a coma with pneumonia.
Grotesque scenes in a place of worship.
Rafeal defended it well.
London Council social cleansing.
No Claims Discount Validation.
Rare earth magnets in orthodontics.
The pain and bulk of a whalebone corset.
Soon it’s the Queen’s diamond Jubilee.
Barton rants at Alan shearer.
Snorkel parka music practice room.
Mother killed in pushchair accident.
How long does a macbook battery last?
Alan Hansen’s forehead injury.
What a strike from Theo Walcott.
Don’t give yourself a Hitler parting.
Porcupine creek in Southeast Alaska.
Trapped in public storage facility.
Almighty change that’s fast approaching.
Sour cream chives and a slice of cucumber.
Di Matteo axe reaction.
Shocking scenes of storm hit Britain.
A mélange, a mish mash of all sorts at/on first glimpse/glance; a chronological list, evident maybe to the keener eyed, but there’s a rhythm too in there to be picked out whose beats repeat and compound themselves. Not to mention the psyche of its author. Another diffidently raised hand.