' I Don't Like The Cut Of Your Jib'

So these are a small selection of poems/writings I have transferred into images. They were loosely connected around the time of writing so form a small collection, along with the previous blog post.

'Blame Hollywood'

New writing. Little bit obsessed with teeth and mouths. Enjoy.

'I never bought her flowers'

Just some pieces from leftovers on my desk.

Back-Of-The-Packet Calculations 4

Exercises in exorcising prose

Back-Of-The-Packet Calculations 3

Continuing my packet calculations. Here are a few more. They may possibly make it into a zine type publication sometime in the not too distant future.

Back-of-the-packet calculations 2

Some further works on packets. Quite enjoying these at the minute. A way of using up writing that sometimes doesn't find a place in poems.

'I'm Exactly Like My Father'

So I wrote this the other day. I had it in my head when trying to get a present for June 16 th. Here's to dads.

"Just Like My Quiltcovers"

This writing is quite old but nonetheless here you go. It was an incredibly bad hangover.

Build Up

"Build Up". Some more writing I put to an image, I couldn't help but use the image of someone falling. It's pretty fitting.

S/S/S: Inside/Outside

Works. Inside. Outside. Stay Tuned. Remember Gloves.

When The World Was Steady

Reworked this poem I had knocking about for awhile. Found this kid and thought it suited the tone. Enjoy

Heartbroken Beatnik

Self Explanatory. I need to stop smoking on another note.

Drun k

I saw that girl again.

I Was Only Being Me

Made an image from some words I wrote awhile back. The title is from a conversation I overheard my friend having and the starting point of the poem.

She wore a dress of Midnight ( Your RPM / My BPM)

Sometimes people make me write things down.

"If It Doesn't Feel Like This, Then You're Not Doing It Right"

So on a rare Sunday where I wasn't hungover I was actually a bit creative again. It felt good to be getting back in the swing of things. I think my favourite one is the male/female triangle kiss collage. "If It Doesn't Feel Like This, Then You're Not Doing It Right".

"Be Cruel To Me, Because I'm A Fool For You"

So sometimes I write things. Sometimes I make things. I typed up some of my writig into a small envelope book I made. The title is an Alex Turner Lyric. The rest is mine. Slightly cliche, but you should cut and stick until your heart is fixed.

Notes, Thoughts and Scribbles

I've just finished a notebook I've had for awhile. Here are some of the pages. Scribbles, thoughts and attempts at poetry. Heroes exhibition images to follow soon, I have been rather unwell and a bit rubbish on updates.