know your conjurer

To those of you who looked no farther than the sacrificial goat, you left the feast empty bellied; to those of you who asked no more from pablo’s danseurs than a festive showing, you missed a merry treat.Squatters on the Bleachers – and there are a few – will be aware by now of my

no reasön

Recorded in Escape Studios, Kent, 1977; produced by Speedy “Thunderclap” Keen(e).Written by Ian Kilminster. ▼ MOTÖRHEAD: MOTÖRHEAD from “Motörhead” LP (Chiswick) 1977 (UK)

pablo dillinger, on registering a birth

A knife. A fork.And the forceps not so small,nothing remotely tidy,or encircling in pentameter.Two feet and a long syllable;drawn out, redly yawning.The cerci of an earwig.This is not what immediatelyoccurred to me, or even afterthe fact. The blood stilldrying on my hams. The wailing.And the young doctor’s face:contorted with the exertionrequired to change a tire.A

three minutes to three, december 6th

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. The encroaching murmur of sleigh bells.The due date came and went as the ice fastened and snow drifted. On our trip to the bus stop for what was officially our last antenatal appointment, all that was missing was the donkey. Magi. Three wise men overtaking us by taxi.The wait was crippling.