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TIM SANSOM-PROSE: September 2006
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Prose, thoughts, ideas, memoirs and philisophical suppositions. Friday, September 29, 2006. The presage of razor cold walks to work. And short dark days. They lead the way to the pagan ceremony first. And are what they are second. As though they don’t have their own identity. And they have nothing to do with being in any kidney of the present. I know their smell those curtain drawing hibernating days. A vast consignment of pharmaceutical distractions. No that’s from the new world. Here comes the unstoppa...
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TIM SANSOM-PROSE: February 2011
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Prose, thoughts, ideas, memoirs and philisophical suppositions. Friday, February 04, 2011. She floated above the floral roundabouts and knew they meant something. At harvest you’ll need to be nocturnal. She floated above the snow cat and knew it meant nothing. Remember she is still hatching an we ‘if you will’ are the shell. I don’t suppose it ill come as a surprise to you that she is reticent to smile. She is not shallow enough to be ill fated…….How dare anyone say that? I wonder if she dreams. Why can ...
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TIM SANSOM-PROSE: EARTH
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Prose, thoughts, ideas, memoirs and philisophical suppositions. Friday, February 04, 2011. She floated above the floral roundabouts and knew they meant something. At harvest you’ll need to be nocturnal. She floated above the snow cat and knew it meant nothing. Remember she is still hatching an we ‘if you will’ are the shell. I don’t suppose it ill come as a surprise to you that she is reticent to smile. She is not shallow enough to be ill fated…….How dare anyone say that? I wonder if she dreams. Watermar...
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TIM SANSOM-PROSE: NERVOUS INTROSPECTION
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Prose, thoughts, ideas, memoirs and philisophical suppositions. Friday, February 04, 2011. Am I an artist? Am I a writer? Why do I write? What do I write? What have I been writing? Let’s have a look at what I have written over the last month. Why can I not write this evening? What should a poet be, someone who is filled with things to say and so puts that into poetry? Or is a poet someone who sits there and says’ Now what is it I can write a poem about? I don’t think I like the latter one jot! I am happy...
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TIM SANSOM-PROSE: CUTS
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Prose, thoughts, ideas, memoirs and philisophical suppositions. Thursday, February 03, 2011. 8217;……’Oh go on Geeds, do me a show? The entire world. Such rapid realisations are commonplace and are along with others like them. Often, adolescent inevitabilities. I don’t know if the same can be said of ’Cuts! TIM SANSOM 25 TH OCTOBER 2008. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. BOY AND MAN (THE ROLLING NUMBERS). A DAY AT THE SEASIDE. DARK DAYS IN THE SPECIAL COUNTY PART TWO.
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TIM SANSOM-PROSE: LUCY
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Prose, thoughts, ideas, memoirs and philisophical suppositions. Thursday, February 03, 2011. Her look was clean but is wasn’t natural if you see what I mean. Was she dead or alive? I wasn’t sure. No one singular caring nurses face would come into the picture. Rather there were small feelings of absence dashing in and around a whole central mother ship of absence. Her poor pink chest plate obeyed the rhythm of the respirator. That’s where I came to see her lying there with nasal tubes and nastiness. 8217;...
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TIM SANSOM-PROSE: MAKING SENSE OF SUNSHINE
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Prose, thoughts, ideas, memoirs and philisophical suppositions. Tuesday, November 14, 2006. MAKING SENSE OF SUNSHINE. MAKING SENSE OF SUNSHINE. How grey and overcast do you want? The South coast out of season. What’s the feel of this place? I don’t feel welcome here. I’m not supposed to live here. This is a place for wealthy people to live. This is a place for happy people to live. This is a place for people who made the right decisions long ago. This is a place much bigger than me in every way. Hove goe...
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TIM SANSOM-PROSE: October 2006
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Prose, thoughts, ideas, memoirs and philisophical suppositions. Saturday, October 28, 2006. Its safe and sound and permanent this view from where I bathe. The flaky ceiling has survived many a near decision to be decorated . Who would dare throw away that cluster of toiletries? They have permanent status and rights to go with it don’t they? They’ve been here years and their definition reaches out to sun block and medicines. Can I really blow the cob webs of the situation away by simply binning the lot?
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TIM SANSOM-PROSE: DARK DAYS IN THE SPECIAL COUNTY PART TWO
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Prose, thoughts, ideas, memoirs and philisophical suppositions. Thursday, February 03, 2011. DARK DAYS IN THE SPECIAL COUNTY PART TWO. DARK DAYS IN THE SPECIAL COUNTY PART TWO. TIM SANSOM MARCH 2ND 2005. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. BOY AND MAN (THE ROLLING NUMBERS). A DAY AT THE SEASIDE. DARK DAYS IN THE SPECIAL COUNTY PART TWO. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.
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TIM SANSOM-PROSE: THE NIGHT OF THE SCHAUBLIN
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Prose, thoughts, ideas, memoirs and philisophical suppositions. Sunday, December 24, 2006. THE NIGHT OF THE SCHAUBLIN. THE NIGHT OF THE SCHAUBLIN. An ugly industrial machine, it hasn’t a mind or a soul, but you think it breaks down to spite you. You think it knows when you’re negative. It was thought up by men in the ground who no longer taste glee nor woe, what thought them up to begin with? This we would all like to know! Is it the grill? Is it the grill and the cables? The pistons and the wires? They&...
