Wednesday, 29 August 2007

SHOT NO 3, by Anthony Sides

All around is the sky with the scratchy branches of the bare January trees.
The sun on your face. Do you get careless or unlucky or do you have to secretly be tempted to? Still-faced and composed.
Sentimental spin of a half-true anecdote. Some people will do anything. Expect less of people.
Behind the buildings brilliant blue sky a few white clouds shredding at the corners.
The ones who barely met you once know you're a topic of interest now, they want some of that interest to rub off on them like newsprint.
This time last week ....
A coldness that gets in to your bones, a clay smell.
Down, slowly, inside, out of the sunlight.
Driving away leaving you. Past chip shops, and kids in school sweat shirts on their lunch hour.

Wednesday, 8 August 2007

Note about Shot No 2

WARNING: You may prefer to skip Shot No 2 because of a bleak section about death and decay that you may regret reading - you can read some of the other shots instead.

SHOT NO 2, by Anthony Sides

Fast David Letterman-style walking - council houses white with gardens parked car in front yard muddy rubber mud guards smell of ox tail soup from kitchen for lunch seeing through living rooms to back windows and gardens - lemon-coloured leaves piled up against the grass by the wind - newsagent pizza hairdresser solicitors - maisonettes small and narrow and very new and brutally close along side each other - funeral home and a thought of bodies made to look OK but rotting inside faces slumped flabby discoloured head turned slightly against quilted smooth coffin lining mouth funny - groceries blessed Caribbean meat a man on the pavement walking from a large van with a blood-lined carcass on his shoulder a 1/2 carcass hollow curved inside of rib cage - the brewery and giant metal Ms one of them with a billboard on to fund it big Ms to Mpress the Olympic committee and any one with a festival and the smell from the brewery the same as home-brewed beer in the airing cupboard when I was a child hiding. Right turn and left and parked cars along the road and further up a garage cars along the road side near it and in the yard - every where quiet now these streets mostly empty - vistas of factory yards you could photograph - now behind the polytechnic and made it pretty much. No such thing as safety.

Intro to Shot No 2

WARNING: You may want to skip this shot - it's bleak and has a section about death and decay some of you may regret reading. So you may prefer to read one of the other shots instead.

Friday, 3 August 2007

SHOT NO 1, by Anthony Sides

Early morning driving delivering all night driving the truck home now in jeans and a jeans jacket buttoned to the neck a norther blowing dust in the cold white-skied horizontal sun light - tense and tight from shivering - slow and sluggish sense of the dusty-fronted stores and offices and cafes and the pool room, working the stick shift and steering automatically and seeing every thing sluggishly from the distance of this side of all the sleep you need and the empty street and store fronts turning around the cab of the truck around you as you go right and in to the filling station - eggs and ham and grits and coffee next and school after - pushed to a distance and not really part of the main business of the day from being awake and up working for that long before hand.

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