Crosby Beach in the Stuck Summer

The rubble extends the land Spills out onto the beach like no longer legal tender from under a mattress of green grass Lintels, colonnades, vitreous tiles, bricks from Accrington and Flintshire Merchants mansions, warehouses, profitable enterprises All the bombsites and slum clearances of the North The bonfires on the brick dust plains crackle All Unbuilded […]

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where our stuff comes from…

It’s not made by the pixies – but it comes from secluded places, so distant, that it might as well have been made by Martian pixie robots. From one big shed with no windows to a container ship to another big shed with no windows. And then it appears – like magic. In a wired […]

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