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issue 21 streetcake
© bruno neiva
contents
iain britton – sanctum
sarah crewe - lolita, queen of whalley range
phil howard – get (the mandelbrotset) set? go!
wade lewis – self-knowledge
bruno neiva – abstwee1 (cover image)
winston plowes – fit
rachel stevenson – amazon order
iain britton
sanctum what else would you suggest entranced by the morning the coloured windows birds on power lines choking on arias what else to read in your sanctum? a hot-head has just blown himself up and my newspaper bursts into flames my coffee / burns lips / ideas you’ve stepped so close to the edge of this flat earth
that cultures have taken to flapping arms
technology crackles and wired-up eyeballs blink and fizz together we count the lightning strikes the amplified days a priest’s grumbles between us there are prisons you pull on a black shirt play at solitary confinement as if it were a game
sarah crewe
Lolita, Queen of Whalley Range.
1.Cheetham Hill
Jet black ball of bite, squeal and scratch. You bit the fairy's finger and were thrown across the coffee table like a bad vowel. Gave chase to each foot, a manic chiropodist. You cost more than the weekly shop but less than a haircut. A name to suit Nabokov in the spirit of Cabaret.
2. Queen Of Whalley Range
At my most slutty, at my most intimate, you spied my 18 year old self from a window sill. Love scoop of the century all yours. I saw the way they shared that Saturday Guardian, he called her Princess as she crawled out the Rainbow cab,sleep slobber on the suede poet's coat, just you wait until i tell Daddy.... Almost all drug experiences shared with you. Good job cats can't talk, i thought whilst watching the toy soldiers down the sink. Battle of the Manga eyes. Upstairs, all fun taken out of fundamental as a Mark Morrison ringer planned to make you orphan. For once the rozzers were on your side. Tweety Pie Slayer gave a small smug grin and made a dash for the door.
3.Is She Classed As My Pet Yet?
"You forgot about the Child didn't you?" said your Daddy from a pilled up taxi. "Whoops" i thought. "A kitty!" exclaimed DSS man. A forced double act to keep the food shop hopes alive. My best impression of a cat lover through clenched teeth. Her best impression of a Sarah lover through a hardfaced gaze.
4. Cat In My Kitchen
There's a cat in my kitchen what am i going to do? Splat that cat. Stamp stamp stamp. Out out out. Splinter black in omelettes. Whiskas envy gloating purple over Smart Price beans. Live in fear little cat live in fear, live in fear, Aunty Sarah's here....
5. Spider Cat
Stuck on net curtain. A bitter flower girl with her claws jammed in the bride's dress train. Your feline prowess had failed you. Condemned to an Acme outtake sketch. Forgive me Lol, i grew up regaled with tales of comic cat cruelty, from boots to bin shutes. Yet here you were on window display by your own foolish paw and ten years on the belly laugh remains.
6.Van
Manchester-‐Liverpool-‐London. Have cat, will travel. I had your stunted box of tricks on my knee as we pulled out of the house i'd fell in love in, the city i was born in. Your silence was welcome. Motorway infinite and all too unfamiliar, i was glad of your presence and kept you safe. I spent the journey fretting about the cat to distract myself from fear and loss. As the foldaway disaster van parked up at estate agent, i hid you under the seat with bold type of
NO PETS lodged in memory. I shook at the thought of Rachman turned taxidermist on a Forest Gate printer. But Daddy condemned my cruelty, mistaking out of sight for out of mind.
7.Shall We Dance?
Shorthand treated with distinct no ta as i rattled along the District Line, opting to spend the afternoon with my favourite psychotic feline ballerina. Flat door opened, eyes locked. An involuntary serenade through a West Ham living room. A furry coil on my lap watching Dark Lord Kyle. You stayed there for a whole hour once. I hate cats.
8. Get Your Mad Hands Off My Cat (Miles Platting)
The one man and his cat conquer Camden routine had worn thin for Daddy. Guitar, check. Binbags, check. Child cage, check. Expression caught between rage and resignation at the indiginity of being carted off once more, check. Jaw locked within a scowl and a secret smirk at being Northward bound, check. Lunacy that followed entirely unanticipated. A surrogate Daddy who couldn't handle the proud molting and regrowth of hair. A Prittstick and shag pile under the bed would not have surprised. Then Professional Quinoa Stockpiler, must eat must not must study must not must try harder must procrastinate must not covet cat's ability to treat each day as blase as the next and still be treated as Goddess. But worst of all, the next one....a dog lover. If a cat's eyes could say "for fuck's sake...."
9. The Last Time I Saw You (Miles Platting Part II)
Serene and more spread out with age, and that's just what you thought of me. Psychedelic pinks and purples, i concluded that this was arguably the nicest place you'd ever lived. This was the first and only time you met my son. Yes, little child, Aunty Sarah can breed, just like mice. Felis catus sneer replaced by sudden terror, realising that the Dwarf in the room sees your tail as a comedy cord. Our You Must Run routine of flat days gets a reprise.
10.Death, brought to you by o2
What started as Kitty Dentist ended in your curtain call. Just a few days before Daddy turned 30, you broke his heart more than any man ever did. Typical you to insist on bad timing and a dramatic exit. This cat has no jaw. This cat you call Spaceface met the Grim Pet Reaper as a lesser ignominy than being as such. At the start you didn't know me, at the end you didn't know me but the chunky bit in the middle revealed shared existence. Most featured four legs in photo albums, on a Christmas table, on a Salford evening of acoustic angst, odd ornaments and MDMA fuelled reason. A pang of sadness that i never said goodbye, angry kitten nails ragging through psyche. I can still feel the inside of your right ear at the tip of my thumb and index finger. We raised a misty eyed toast, my stomach felt sick at the thought of you gone. Just a cat was just a lie.
11. Ghost Cat
Immortalised by Street View on a high rise ledge. New cats reside with drama student names. Your ghost throws daggers at their clumsy foxtrots. Daddy and his Polski Boy are
swapping Mancunian ties for kilts. Flashes of you as National Express darts past, haunted by us both at our younger, sleeker selves. A salute for Queen of Whalley at Salford Boy's Club, at Princess Street, at Retro Bar, as the Stagecoach procession disappears into Studentville, as the feline of my decade struts about a memory box. Lolita, somewhere in here there's a pink studded bracelet with your name on it, my bangle, your collar. My 20s, your life. I'm sorry to see both of them go. Press your spaceface close to mine, love....
phil howard
Get (The Mandelbrot) Set? Go!
! we
! begin with ! ? sheer complexity
how which in turn gives rise ? should we to behavioural simplicity classify them the general laws that hold --?----?constituents of chaos? universally/absolutely
how should we and then that which is ? essay that disorderly is in fact also
now orderly and non-linear ? and is self-similar ! and scalable !
see ?
wade lewis
Self-knowledge Experimental kittens 'A lost cat named Mexico' The poster, fading At least its eyes aren't sewn shut for the sake of self-knowledge
winston plowes
fit an Angel in season passive, for the arms of a man Leg over flank shooting up beyond satisfaction deep numb energy entry on the rise
All the above words were found in The Guardian match report by Kevin McCarra where Real Madrid beat Tottenham Hotspur 4-0 on Tuesday 5th April 2011 at the Bernabéu. All original case and punctuation preserved.
rachel stevenson
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