For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins
For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins
whistling, singing – whatever it is – is more piercing now. A high pitched whine that’s setting my teeth on edge and further blurring the edges of my senses. A vignetting at the boundaries of every sense. My fingers are numb. Dead arm! (*THUMP!*) Can you smell that? How on earth would you describe it? The back of a latex mask, worn for hours as a child, wet with condensation and a few tears? An ill bit of wind? The foundations of a house? The gummy corners of your hungover mouth? The airing cupboard? The collapsed plash of a beached jellyfish? An unkempt hearth? Tinnitus? Lynx Africa? An alcove beneath the duvet?
A Precambrian continent seen from the upper starboard wing of a biplane? The split-spine of a Picador paperback? The infinite tonnage of cosmic space? A familiar gesture from an unfamiliar source? The unexpected bounce of gristle between molars? A clumsy but efficient and self-taught method of typing? A splinter in your palm from lugging an untreated, pine coffin? The upturned body of something like a scarab beetle, delicately righted in the hand to reveal irridescence; savoured, pocketed, only to be sprinkled out of same coat pocket a year or two later as sad, dessicated glitter? The thimble of stomach acid unexpected in a burp? Your face, transformed with upset? [...]
- Page 313 and 314: Somebody’s baby boy
- Page 315: Somebody’s Baby Boy, half dead, s
- Page 318 and 319: [...] Can you smell that? (*RUMMAGE
- Page 320 and 321: like skull; your skull is more poro
- Page 322 and 323: those trapdoor spiders - those trap
- Page 324 and 325: piss-stream. The ones that hook-on
- Page 326 and 327: channels. Purposeless. The stuff I
- Page 331 and 332: Air for concrete 2011
- Page 333 and 334: mouth. Do you even have a mouth? [.
- Page 335 and 336: […] I’m sure you can picture as
- Page 337 and 338: ody’s. Microscopic flakes of Leon
- Page 339 and 340: ody. […] Surrounded by gratuitous
- Page 341 and 342: Your father’s horrific sunglasses
- Page 343 and 344: horizon from the window of a double
- Page 345 and 346: a click, looks up towards the ossif
- Page 347: impunity, fearlessly, expressively!
- Page 352 and 353: 450You, standing DUMBSTRUCK in a be
- Page 354 and 355: within the hole. 1(These things, ag
- Page 356 and 357: 40,000 ADThe patron saint of atroph
- Page 358 and 359: seems so phenomenally archaic as to
- Page 360 and 361: patron saint of poets and refugees,
- Page 362 and 363: valued member of the team’. A ton
- Page 364 and 365: 1372A polytheism that describes the
- Page 366: with his right. The words he uses,
- Page 370: © Ed Atkins 2013 -- For the happy
A Precambrian continent seen from <strong>the</strong> upper starboard wing<br />
of a biplane?<br />
The split-spine of a Picador paperback?<br />
The infinite tonnage of cosmic space?<br />
A familiar gesture from an unfamiliar source?<br />
The unexpected bounce of gristle between molars?<br />
A clumsy but efficient and self-taught method of typing?<br />
A splinter in your palm from lugging an untreated, pine coffin?<br />
The upturned body of something like a scarab beetle, delicately<br />
righted in <strong>the</strong> hand to reveal irridescence; savoured, pocketed,<br />
only to be sprinkled out of same coat pocket a year or two later<br />
as sad, dessicated glitter?<br />
The thimble of stomach acid unexpected in a burp?<br />
Your face, transformed with upset?<br />
[...]
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