The entire block and those surrounding it have little portholes built
into kitchens overlooking the balcony outside. To remind everybody
making tea that their lives are all at sea. That each new dawn flirts
with sinking as the walls around subside.
One side of the
street sails the Bahamas through summer, its tenants smothered in sun
screen. The other patrols the black Irish Sea. Life jackets on parade.
Every passing cloud is a triumph.
I stepped back indoors and bit into a burger to get my dose of Vitamin D.
No news is good news. When the telephone rings it may be news that
someone has died. When it doesn't ring it may mean that somebody has
died, regardless. Should I feel the urge to keep abreast of hostilities I
can always turn the dial on the radio. I prefer to hear it as
unillustrated dirge. I tend to lean towards the World Service. Its echo
of the colonies.
I loiter too on the Shipping Forecast. Gale warnings. Ronald Binge. A woodwind arpeggio.
Where jazz aficionados have their "Stormy Weather" to keep their boat
afloat, this island provides beautifully manicured vowels and
consonants.
Bowed under by the weight of regional accents, we blindly gravitate towards them for instruction.
Even here, north of the border - the dark end of the street - our ears remain tuned to the crisp rebuke.
hip dub priest
▼THE FALL: HIP PRIEST from "Hex Induction Hour" LP Kamera (KAM-005) (UK) 1982
▼THE FALL: BIG NEW PRINZ from "Big New Prinz b/w Wrong Place, Right Time" 7" 45 Beggars Banquet (FALL 4) (UK) 1988▼THE FALL: BIG NEW PRIEST from "I Am Kurious Oranj" CD Beggars Banquet (BEGA 96CD ) (UK) 1988
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