Extracts...
In many honest pursuits of dishonesty
views of broader realities emerge.
( Community Commentary )
It's found up along cobbled visions of forgotten towns in times disputed by all who lived them.
In places where small children are seen, and then caught by Pentax and Olympus, playing on empty streets near to crumbling demolished homes and where trains full of people are always leaving for somewhere better.
Tall ships, hanging over brick wall, skulk in this broken vision. Tall ships made by small people whose dreams, daily smashed, mirror the horror of this passing time.
Crisp tied visitors arrive and leave. As they always have, and always will. Quick decisions made over ignored pie and cake shaping the stockpile land laid bare by scheme.
Windowless empty youth painted buildings scatter to wind and sudden downpour.
In large open working spaces; in tired, dormant, feral communities, few people gather each morning for early shift. The vacancy of thinking is foremost in time spent here. Labour too is vague, mechanical and undisputed. There is no choice or imagination taking place here. Daily life is held in the pursuit of something that always happens somewhere else and the routine is undertaken without thought or emotion. Tiredness is instant and contagious. Jokes are few, clumsy and dulled by lack of echo.
Here, uniforms cheap and ill fitting, signify nothing but cowardice and lack of respect.
Draft #3 - The Wasted Land(scape) : A Noticeboard of Dishonesty ( 2021 )
Steve Coel
