There is no problem. The only problem is that you’re too beautiful and lost and far away. Kidnapped by monsters in a dream, abandoned on a vampire beach, with cold sand sticking to your skin and dawn light seeping through the curtains. Pale, pale blue. Somebody else in bed beside you. You can’t see their [...]
Archive for the ‘Ruth Vortex’ Category
1. Toxicity
Posted in Ruth Vortex on January 10, 2007 | 1 Comment »
2. Waking Life
Posted in Ruth Vortex on January 9, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
And this is how the end begins:
Wild horses churning in white water
upside down, with their hooves flailing.
Three old women on their haunches
squatting in a parking lot.
The moon above high buildings
and a city lost in fog.
You are travelling through the white city in a taxi filled with strangers, moving fast, towards an unknown destination. Then you’re [...]
3. Oblivion
Posted in Ruth Vortex on January 9, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
FALL INTO OBLIVION
INTRICATELY
ON THE FAST TRACK
she said
I SAID, WHAT?
SHE SAID, TURN THE MACHINE ON.
Then her clothes were on the floor. Then mine were.
SHE SAID, DON’T LET ME BE WRONG.
I SAID, YOU’RE NOT WRONG.
SHE SAID, YEAH?
My house today. Warm sunlight, voices from the street, and car doors slammed and peals of laughter. All of it seemed [...]
4. Paperhouse
Posted in Ruth Vortex on January 9, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
There are so many places to begin. I’ll start from here.
This is a picture of an empty room, with someone sitting on a chair in the middle of it, drawn in a hurry, clumsily, by a gifted child. Scrawled heavily across the top are the ominous or desperate words I WILL OUTLAST THEM ALL. The [...]
5. Excerpts
Posted in Ruth Vortex on January 9, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
[Transcript A]
This is a song:
IN THE DESERT OF SAINT ANTHONY
IN THE DESERT OF THE SPHINX
IN THE DESERT BY THE SPARKLING
BLUE RED SEA WE LOST OUR GRIP
AND STARTED FALLING
BUT SWIFT DEMONS OF THE AIR
HELD US ALOFT
AND WHISPERED MERCY
IN OUR EAR
(At which point she screams for a good ten seconds and then flings herself at me, [...]
6. Fish Magic
Posted in Ruth Vortex on January 8, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
This is a dream. In the dream you are trying to swim through tides and fields of invisible force. Vast powers, principalities, dominions roam at large beneath a low and trembling sky. Twilight, no stars, streetlights and sulphur haze. Big trucks around a corner, changing gear. Each memory like a hammer blow. Emotions raging violent, [...]
7. Demons
Posted in Ruth Vortex on January 8, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
A boarding house on Moore Park Road. The front door is an ugly purple, never locked. You move along the narrow hallway, and then up two darker flights of stairs. The house is hushed, but you hear music as you climb towards his room. It feels hauntingly familiar, but you can’t quite place the song. [...]
8. Release the Bats
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It was a simple story really. They met in a crowded late night bar and got to talking and got out of it and danced and started kissing in the crush and shared a taxi back to his place and got drunker and more stoned and fucked and fell asleep and woke up that next [...]
9. Verde que te quiero verde life is but a dream
Posted in Poems, Ruth Vortex on January 8, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
. . . and you’re still standing in the middle of a party that’s been going on since time began you’re pretty stoned and talking to somebody new but you can’t hear them anymore and your mind’s fled it’s flown away gone looking for a secret place not even you can find it in and [...]
