my life as a artist
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Tuesday 17th April 2007 12:34 AM
..I can hear the distant roar of diesel blood pulsing down the main east coast artery by-pass. Bronchial trees bloom with intestinal flora and antibody birds love-sing under the blue breath of a big lung sky. The pale moon is a shuffling one-eyed doctor, drifting by, disinterested and drunk.
I am a spirit in the living body of Yorkshire. Great Whernside and Ingleborough are her fabulous breasts, Huddersfield is her mighty beating heart and the dales her taut undulating belly. York is her urinary tract expelling to Goole and the one-lipped vagina of Hull.
Don't go…. It's four days later and I feel a lot better about being here in York, in my caravan of love . I've just spent three days in London (or 'Neon meat-dream of an octofish' as my Dad used to call it) at a 'natural product' trade show at the Olympia.
Big Ron, the Tofu King of Malton and managing director of Clearspot Tofu, kindly booked his assorted bean-curd warriors in at the Kensington Hilton. Mmm! Chromey! It was a carpeted hospitality laboratory cum comfy battery farm with fantastic breakfasts. 'Eat like a king at breakfast, a prince at lunch and a pauper at supper' is never truer than when you're doing B&B.
Elementally speaking, the hotel room was a bit disappointing. There was no wood-burning stove, for a start. It was a smoking room so we did manage to introduce a bit of fire. There was plenty of water but there was no air and the only earth was a bit of soil on the carpet, from Yorkshire, via Ron's shoe.
That distant roar that I was whining on about earlier is the A64 by-pass, which is about a mile from my mobile-home of harmony, and now, at midnight on Monday, it seems like an occasional soft whisper, an indistinct murmur of love, compared to the ceaseless, slandering cacophony of central London.
The hotel was situated on the corner of a busy, bussy, four-lane roundabout next to a railway line. Window open or closed? It was a choice between either a) really noisy and almost suffocating or b) noisy and suffocating. We went for suffocation because we thought it might help us sleep.
So here I am, happy to be back in ork.. did you notice that? … I did… and by my frankness I've drawn your attention to it.. so you'll have definitely noticed… but I can't be bothered to go back and change it.. you know what it means, and it is what it is… I've got a really good bed to go to… I can have a) really quiet and warm or b) quiet and airy … Mmmm! Sleepy!
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