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A Partisan Diary: December 2006
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Wednesday, December 13, 2006. I am still moving in. There are appliances I am not used to even if the electricity was working. The bed is up the roof no longer leaks daily but only in storms. The refurbishment will take until the end of time. It is my last stand. Down there past all that from the plateau of the Heath, is Deptford. Sidling upwards around the Heath on an old route originally to a small and nasty former Royal palace of profound ugly history of torture and mayhem mainly to peasants, reworked...
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A Partisan Diary: December 2005
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Sunday, December 11, 2005. Someone else phoned and said "It is coming from the refinery. I have smelt gas there for two weeks". Thereby giving the cause before the event happened. Some of us heard the car alarms yesterday. We thought an earthquake was coming. I awoke before the windows rattled. Except we do worry because some of us know the workers who were up in the early morning in the factories there making chips for the MacDonald's in the city the next day. Some of us have friends in the sink est...
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A Partisan Diary: July 2005
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Friday, July 08, 2005. Everything we heard and saw until the dead rose was false. Everything we heard and saw until the dead rose was false. COBRA, the state agency for control of imagination convened in a bunker under the parliament buildings a moment after the first bomb, some a moment say before, and authorised the implementation of the play that had been written for the occasion of the inevitable attack. We didn't hear from her again but the complaining man was played for about half an hour. On telev...
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A Partisan Diary: May 2006
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Friday, May 05, 2006. The Cows of Freedom. Everyone in the room knew something of who everyone else was. Some knew everything. This was the family. Baba's younger brother would do the talking. There would not be much if any at all through the coughing and wheezing silence and above the muffled whispering of the TV. How many of them was that dead now in that part of the family? As Baba ended his hand shaking and moved to the central table Bebe surveyed the room and saw everything was going very well.
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A Partisan Diary: October 2005
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Sunday, October 02, 2005. The Queen Anne House. I went back to the Queen Anne house. I was with a daughter who was then composing a story about a daughter named Ann who went back in time with her step mother to visit her father at the time of his first marriage. It was to question him. It was bigger of course and much, much stronger. It was more complicated but that should not be frightening. It had a castle around it with a shadowy tower. Who expected that? They had done this all without minor royalty o...
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A Partisan Diary: January 2007
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Wednesday, January 03, 2007. As I said I would do a confession of the event at dusk last week. Everyone had a different story. Driving along in my automobile thinking that yes indeedy, I might be the messiah. But a few might attract a whole software, a whole firewalled program perhaps a home version, a kind of John the apostle one, or the professional program, not the beta, that was here already, but the new launch of the messiah. The final version. That time the gong led to a decadent earthy sound of fa...
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A Partisan Diary: April 2009
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Friday, April 24, 2009. Poppies and buttercups do the rugby colors and the flag around every field of pale green blooming vines. Mount Canigou rippling with snow pinking, peering around every corner against milk skies a wedge, a black hedge, grey shine. On the Med someone's boat flattened by the season's rising wind of three names which speeds the drowned home. A dog bullets low from a door to chase the street washer away. Near sea transparent iced empty blue with flattened sun alone. Around the village ...
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A Partisan Diary: August 2006
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Wednesday, August 09, 2006. A letter to some friends. I am sorry I am not as awake and engaged recently as I should like to be. This particular war has surprised me by involving me personally, involved me worse than ever combined with all that father/son role miasma (I hope he does well with war and women and words, and doesn't screw up like me . God save me I can't help it). It makes me dozy. It destroys my focus and plan. It upsets structures and correspondences. Once more, and for the third ge...But a...