Activity 5.2 - Vain Movie Star

After the second bleaching the freckles were gone, she purred at her new translucent skin, beautiful, under the right conditions of course. She’d made sure the lighting wasn’t too harsh, no need to see how thin her skin had become, sacrifices and all that. She smiled at herself, a veneer of starlight ready to out-shine all those other Oscar nominees, the Winslett’s and the Joile’s, no! With skin like this, she’d own the red carpet.
She sat at her dresser, took one look and flared, smashing a make-up jar against the trailer door,
‘Get fuckin’ in here’ her P.A scurried forth ‘I said the lights, didn’t I are you so dumb you forgot about the lights, softer I need softer!’ Her P.A ruffled before apologising and blaming someone else, and then stormed away for softer lights. She re-composed, laughing ‘I’ll blind the world with my beauty.’ She angled her face nearer to the mirror pleased with the surgeons work on her cheek bones, and then opened her gown, squeezing together her breasts, ‘god they’re better now than ten years ago.’
She heard the screaming, the flashlights, she’d give Ryan Seacrest a five minute interview on the red carpet, let her public take it all in. Oh how all those bullies back in high school must feel now, fucking losers she thought, I ain’t so ugly and fat now am I. Being stood-up at the prom, Jed will be regretting that, oh, she knew they were eating their horrible words, She’d have them choking to death on them if she could… fucking losers the lot of them. 

Activity 4.3. An almost decent poem... Out with the old, In with the new.

Out with the old, in with the New -

Out with the crusty brown beards, sweating earnestly over their freight-boards

Experts of angled fingers, striking the chord just right, purity was all.

But not to new youths, throats and guts filled by waggy-fingered elders

That the 60’s were the greatest ever! Revolution man!

The Beatles, you must, you should - bow to them, for you’ll never do better,

Boys you’ll have to carry that weight… But Bowie, Roxy & little Marc

Shrugged-off the Beatle weight, and got busy building their own.

Without the drag of all that revolution stuff, man

The crusty Harrison brown beards looked up from the earnest guitars and shook their heads

You’re not doing it right, you’re all look and no substance, but they were wrong, they

Were concrete while we were free… our minds became the universe.

We ganged into the EEC, the yanks fled Vietnam and Stardust committed suicide.

Virginia Plain changed music as just as the Sidney opera house opened and the crook lied.

We couldn’t bury bodies or build a car worth its salt, but we knew the dark side of the moon

We felt the cutting death of that precious crazy diamond, and all the while the brown beards

Stood in the corner, wondering where it had all gone wrong. 

When the Starman Came

We had a fire, with brass sidings that heat up when the fire was lit. Being only four at the time I can only imagine being told not to touch them, burny burny. But I loved the sound of sizzling orange pieces; different sizes I discovered made different tones. I, Held in great fascination the killing of a healthy juicy orange dried into crusted pieces, matted and burnt into the brass plate.

The TV blared, my sister upon the couch in one of its rare positions under the front window, hand on chin watching TOTP’s.

Then he happened, entering my life from another planet, jumped down from some speeding asteroid. All the invisible doorways within my mind, those non-physical spores that lurk within us all, hiding in the dark of the brains matter, exploded open.

He said ‘Hello..oh..oh’ He sang about himself, confirming my thoughts, he had come to earth , to share with us. But we couldn’t tell our dad’s for he’d be locked-up in fright. He didn’t look human, not to someone in July the 6^th 1972 anyway, my eyes melted at the sight of him/it. My axis shifted into another dimension partly his, partly mine, we shared. The little four year old of not five minutes past was dead and I came into being. It all happened within, my inner world re-arranged, different furniture in a new place.

His red-orange hair was amazing to look at, his sparkling blue velvet jumpsuit just lit up my face. But his eyes shone, two different globes inviting us to boogie, the cocky smile warming.

Everything changed, nothing remained … But nothing changed, everything still remained. Welcome to the twilight of here and there, of being everywhere and yet stationed to one spot, overwhelmed by a new opened mind that was waiting to be explored. 

One Summers Day...

One summer's day ... that's when it all began, can you remember. I'll let you into a little secret; i had kinda planned it, see i knew that little alcove was there all along, when I squeezed you in there. Boy, that wouldn’t have happened even six months ago, it took me so long to rid you of that home-county prudishness, that oh-so Englishness.
 Remember when we started doing the weekends to those heritage places, and i got you wearing easy access skirts. At first it took a while to talk you into not wearing underwear, i was trying to free you up, i knew you wanted me to do that, i seen the expectancy in your eyes and the red flush on your cheeks. It was so different from the way you were brought up, don't think you ever had any meat in your sandwich till you met me, i got the feeling it was always cucumber and dill with your lot. Anyways remember the musty smell of the corridor where i took your underwear off and you giggled, it was one of the first time you didn't put up a pretend fight. You felt me against you, and you did everything i whispered, remember your quick glance around before you took my erection and helped it slip inside you, how i came inside you. 
Remember how you loved walking around afterwards with some dripping down your bare legs as the guide talked about this being the queens chamber and look there were no doors back in those days. Your afterglow radiated every room we went in. Maybe you knew then that you were carrying the seed of our first born, what a way to conceive eh, can you remember, he's in school at the moment, Henry, he's got his own little peg with his name on it. 
Can you remember, is it swirling around in your head, like my voice, can you recognise my voice, you know it’s me, your husband ... I’m holding your hand, your fingertips are in the palm of my hand I’m the one speaking, hello, remember, it’s me ... can you hear my voice?

That smell reminds me of ...

That smell reminds me of ... you, wearing that dress i got you from Zara in Covent Garden, the one with the roses printed on it. Rich red fully flowered roses against a white satin background. It suited you when we went out at night, to the Opera or theater.
Your long black hair and blue eyes and translucent skin just suited it so much. I loved you in it, I’d sit and watch you put it on, always stockings i didn't like tights when we went out at night, there things you wear during the day in formal work places, stockings are for the private life.
That sensual seductive side we all need and cherish, grown up and womanly. Black, obviously, can't wear anything other than black, i mean red stockings yeh maybe but really they look so whorey something an Asian businessman would want his tall blonde call girl to wear. Black and shear, loved the feel it gave you, that sense on your face when you rolled them up your legs then hooked them into place, black lace panties and bra, half cupped. You really suited that dress; I’ll keep it, in the wardrobe, forever.

Freewrites - I went Outside and ...

Activity 1.2 By Rob Munro ... I went outside and ..

I went outside and i shot the little fucker, pain in the ass, I’ just done cleaned the old faithful herself. My beaut Smith and Western got a nice good aim and for an old fella like me getting on in years it does good to keep the sights well-oiled and brimming to go.. One shot and the little bastard hit the ground with a drop that brought back the old times... I’m what was he doing standing on my lawn, Damn Japanese, aren’t they had enough of us shotin'em the dead without them coming over here and wantin'it more... a fella can't enjoy retirement with some little bastard wanting to disturbed you peace and quiet, and i done earned myself that... little bastard. reminds me of the time we went swinging into the salons drinking whiskey and suppin beer played the tables and going upstairs with those good time girls, ah the old gold rush days never did last. First big lesson in life, nothing good ever lasts and always care around light bulb and yer own old faithful, fucker Fed's coming to take away me freedom nobody takes away the old timer’s freedom hell i'll shot all first then leave the last bullet for me. Nah I’ll just sit here in ma'rockin chair and let the foreign camera crews look on in shook that i ain't getting arrested...i mean arrested for what.. protecting my own property, now how am i to know that that stupid dumb jap kid was lost and looking for direction, i mean shit... what they think i am a mind reading oh look at the those beautiful squirrels in those trees, reminds me i need to get something for the pot of that little missy that comes over ain't gonna give me no pleasure. See I knows she's after my money when i die i don't care she can have it i ain't taking it with me and i ain't giving it to my family they moved away never visit only keep in touch to see if i still alive and i see it in their eyes they wait for the old fella to keel over so they can take it all. Well i got news for them done changed my will, little missy is getting everything. oh she got the same look in her eyes but she don't pretend no different and that i admire, why so goes out of her way to keep my happy and i say i have to think she's got little more genuine of late you see love starts can be strange then gets hotter then it settles down then it grows cold and flickers dead... that'll be me, but i tell yeh if only oh them foreign boys step onto my lawn am'a gonna done shot'em!

Stream of Consicous - I wish i had said ...

For the first time ever ... i left them alone, i was there enemy. They must haven't know of me, spoke of me in hushed tones and shock and awe... the boiling man that's what they must have called me. One look in their little black eyes and they wold know my outline, I’ve no idea how they see things perception all being about optics and all. but they knew the shape of my weapon the cordless kettle full of boiling water raining down through the cracks in the pavement down into their homes flooding them into death and melting their annoying shinning black bodies i hated them so much, they got everywhere all the kitchen units in the sugar into the drawers and cabinets.

Climbing the walls…

But the outline of the kettle always made them run just the little faster, panic in their colonies and the boiling water kills and destroys... then i switch on the tv and watched the real shock and awe…  Saw them, skeletons standing up in tanks and lying motionless on the ground and i cried for the death of humanity... now i don't kill anymore i leave them be.  The little things do what they need, i wish i was one i wish i could climb walls and go deep underground... but what fear to live such a life, to be so small and easily killed a bug on the shoe. An insect to spray.. Imagine waking up every morning having to go out there and forge knowing that someone holding the weapon of boiling water is standing there ... Waiting!

Freewrite - For the First time Ever

For the first time ever ... i left them alone, i was there enemy. They must haven't know of me, spoke of me in hushed tones and shock and awe... the boiling man that's what they must have called me. One look in their little black eyes and they wold know my outline, I’ve no idea how they see things perception all being about optics and all. but they knew the shape of my weapon the cordless kettle full of boiling water raining down through the cracks in the pavement down into their homes flooding them into death and melting their annoying shinning black bodies i hated them so much, they got everywhere all the kitchen units in the sugar into the drawers and cabinets.
Climbing the walls…
But the outline of the kettle always made them run just the little faster, panic in their colonies and the boiling water kills and destroys... then i switch on the tv and watched the real shock and awe…  Saw them, skeletons standing up in tanks and lying motionless on the ground and i cried for the death of humanity... now i don't kill anymore i leave them be.  The little things do what they need, i wish i was one i wish i could climb walls and go deep underground... but what fear to live such a life, to be so small and easily killed a bug on the shoe. An insect to spray.. Imagine waking up every morning having to go out there and forge knowing that someone holding the weapon of boiling water is standing there ... Waiting!

Freewriting - It surprised me when ...

It surprised me when ...

It surprised me when ... she took those little skimpy panties off, i mean how can you hide such a thing. I couldn’t even feel the bulge back in the bar, ah seesh only got the night left before I’m back on ship and I’m stuck with a... whatever, in some neon hotel room with god awful pink dirty walls and no light shade...  am kinda hating myself, it’s not the creature in front of me it’s the surroundings., I like tidy, I’m drilled into being spik’an‘span... ah well it’s a life experience; right.

I mean at least there’s the top half, i mean I’m only 18 and this is the first time i been anywhere outside Virginia. Ah shit nobody need know, right, i mean what adult don't have secrets and done things they wished they hadn't but glad they did... i think this is my first of those...

Hey how did you hide that from me i ask, she laughs and says practice... Looks she says getting on the bed… i got the whole menu sailor boy...

 Holy fuckin god’ she really does... I’m drunk and kinda need to sleep with someone, you know for that pretend intimacy that gets you through those long nights and tiring days.. i mean i'm off to the gulf, what if i die and i aint never experienced nothing in life, a white sheet of blank paper no life marks on it. How unlived is that,  i wanna life man i wanna swing from the trees and be the king of the swingers like good old baloo the bear that's me.

It’s still strange being naked with another person, i usually don't feel right see i take a long time to settle, it takes time to trust. I remember my grans backyard with the inflatable pool and all the other kids running around in swimming gear like birds that fly swooping catching the baitball fish that the dolphins create.

I got a picture in my wallet somewhere i should show her; show her I’m a real person and not just drunken sailor who ain't got feelings. Like the song, a like bird on the wire floating on the breeze and running like a candle in the wind. It’s nice to hold her, feeling so close i can see right through her eyes she's a long way from home too, like me a ship in the night mine a big old metal bucket hers a small little wooden sloop. But still two lost ships in the night looking for a port to call home till morning comes and we have to wade through the trash filled streets to the place we curl and sleep for real.

 She sure kiss like a woman, and you know feeling her penis aint' so bad it’s just like her feeling me right? And well underneath are the lady parts so it’s all good. So warm, so loving, so touchy and feely... this is what i needs what i wants. Ahhh yeh ... i'll loss myself with her this one night.... she does' all those things so.... Nice. Am just gonna lay back on the pillow and let it all happen to me, cos you know love can sometimes be like this, right?.