Part of an ongoing series. There have been some crackers recently and the new season’s crop is in:
So my friend Jack has his friend Farid’s name on his foot, and for a while there was thing where if you had Farid’s name on you, he’d take your name too. So whilst Jack’s friends each have Farid’s on them, Farid has a LOT of names
“I’ve seen a lot of deaths, you know.”
“I believe you, scary man.”
“You don’t believe me, let me show you photos.”
“I believe you.”
“Let me show you photos.”
“Lets be clear, was it *a* vagina monologue you heard?”
(Woman) “Men like boobs, but I just think they’re gross.”
“I’ve written to the club apologising for my louche footwear and saying I wasn’t quite feeling myself last night.”
“And wherever I’ve been, I’ve never had scales. This is the first time I’ve had scales.” (Mental image of an urban dragon…)
“I just messaged her and said ‘watch yourself, I have far worse on you.’”
Even if you don’t like this much colour, who can resist a title like “diamonds in the library”?
The still explosions on the rocks,
the lichens, grow
by spreading, gray, concentric shocks.
They have arranged to meet
the rings around the moon, although
within our memories they have not changed.
And since the heavens will attend
as long on us,
you’ve been, dear friend,
precipitate and pragmatical;
and look what happens. For Time is
nothing if not amenable.
The shooting stars in your black hair
in bright formation
are flocking where,
so straight, so soon?
— Come, let me wash it in this big tin basin,
battered and shiny like the moon.
Elizabeth Bishop, “Shampoo”.
Excuse the poor quality of this image from the Panter and Hall catalogue, but I find her face very arresting. The listing just said “British school, 20th Century” and the collection had the good title Anonymous Muse
Notebook by Gazelle London; illustration by Yulonglii