All entries for Thursday 08 March 2007
March 08, 2007
This is a bad mirror.
It shows someone who is not myself.
Vague and pulsing in its chrysalis.
Go out. A man draws a net
From the bay, the fish stretched
Like an alphabet over its staves.
In the bars language and music
Make a space for themselves.
White walls, black coffee:
Across the air the mosquitoes’ barbed wire.
So a dish of bread, the parching wine,
And the rubbish falls a thousand feet,
Tins and fire and polythene
Over the island into the sea.
[from The Looters(1989)]