jueves, 27 de diciembre de 2012

Future Memory 2.1


It was lovely having you pick me up at the airport,
I was so dreading finding the right bus
Or spending a fortune on a cab to the city.
I can’t believe you have such a beautiful apartment,
Stunning and bright
Wonderful views over Washington Heights
And the shining towers in the distance.
You can see the sun glinting off wet treetops in Central Park.
At least I like to think that’s what it is.

I hope you remember the nicotine caps I asked you to get.
You have so much more to think about, after all.
I hope they fit my vaporizer.
I pull my hand grinder and coffee beans out of my bag,
I will time it so the brew is ready just as you walk in with your shopping.
He is still asleep in the other room,
So I’ll make sure to have the spout open on the kettle,
Wouldn’t want to startle him from his afternoon nap.

I looked in on him a half hour ago,
Before I looked at the view
And thought about everything that has led us here,
To this moment.
He has your nose, your lips.
I couldn’t see his eyes.
There were traces of a smile.


A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

The first future memory was written off the cuff, as most of my twitter writing is, during a text conversation with a friend. Shortly afterwards as I read it back I realised that although it was something that I wanted to happen it was imaginary, a fantasy. However it felt real, it felt like something that was possible, that could actually happen in a few weeks and resonate backwards through time, like a memory from the future, rather than of the past. So I wrote another, set in a different city. Another meeting, another possibility, another memory from further in the future. The idea took shape from there, to explore a relationship between two people as different iterations of meetings in different cities as the years go by, alternative takes on each meeting. So the project has begun and with some work and luck and inspiration and the cooperation of my various muses there will be a book next year, or the year after. Perhaps. Or perhaps not. It all depends.

@sandcave

miércoles, 19 de diciembre de 2012

Future Memory 2




I’d get a hotel near Central Park, a few streets away.
I’d walk to the bus station to wait on you arriving.
Five days with each other wouldn't be enough.

I've known since I first saw you in the back room of that cafe
That I wanted to know you for a long time.
Never thought it would happen.

It's been six months since we last met and I'm quivering inside,
It's not just the cold.
I am impatient and the sadness is a permanent thing now
That sits with the joy of anticipation.
Each meeting overshadowed by the inevitable parting.

Maybe this time you'll change your mind.
Maybe this time you'll want to come back west with me.
It's milder there even if it is much further north.

I know you just dyed your hair yesterday.
I know what you had for breakfast.
I know how your bus journey has been.

It’s the memory of your hands,
Your landscape and your sighs, your noises.
Your smell, your textures, your glow.
I’ve missed them, I want them.
I need them.

I've bought you something for Christmas.
A belated minding, just a little thing.
It's in my pocket and I put my hand around it
As I stand up from the bench
As the bus pulls in.

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

The first future memory was written off the cuff, as most of my twitter writing is, during a text conversation with a friend. Shortly afterwards as I read it back I realised that although it was something that I wanted to happen it was imaginary, a fantasy. However it felt real, it felt like something that was possible, that could actually happen in a few weeks and resonate backwards through time, like a memory from the future, rather than of the past. So I wrote another, set in a different city. Another meeting, another possibility, another memory from further in the future. The idea took shape from there, to explore a relationship between two people as different iterations of meetings in different cities as the years go by, alternative takes on each meeting. So the project has begun and with some work and luck and inspiration and the cooperation of my various muses there will be a book next year, or the year after. Perhaps. Or perhaps not. It all depends.

@sandcave

martes, 11 de diciembre de 2012

Future Memory 1.1


It started cold but I'm now feeling quite cosy. A bit fuzzy.

I hadn't realise you'd not gotten on the flight
Until I was waiting at Keflavik wondering where you were.

I'm glad I didn't drink that coffee

I thought about what it would have been like
If you'd been sitting next to me on the bus back to the city.

It’s stopped snowing, I wonder if I should have bothered with the coat

I'd asked them to take your name off the reservation when I got back to the hotel.
They didn't have an issue with that once I had explained.

I'm getting sleepy. That's a sign isn't it? It shouldn't be long now

I made myself coffee, packed my things up, before I went out.
It would maybe take an hour to get to the park if I walked slowly.

I don’t need to worry, or go home, now

It had started to snow as I left the hotel.
I'd managed to smile at the girl behind the desk as I went out.
I thought it had been quite convincing.

I can feel the tears freeze as they roll down my cheeks.
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

The first future memory was written off the cuff, as most of my twitter writing is, during a text conversation with a friend. Shortly afterwards as I read it back I realised that although it was something that I wanted to happen it was imaginary, a fantasy. However it felt real, it felt like something that was possible, that could actually happen in a few weeks and resonate backwards through time, like a memory from the future, rather than of the past. So I wrote another, set in a different city. Another meeting, another possibility, another memory from further in the future. The idea took shape from there, to explore a relationship between two people as different iterations of meetings in different cities as the years go by, alternative takes on each meeting. So the project has begun and with some work and luck and inspiration and the cooperation of my various muses there will be a book next year, or the year after. Perhaps. Or perhaps not. It all depends.

@sandcave