PAUL SUTTON
BLAZEVOX[BOOKS]
Buffalo, New York
Parables For The Pouring Rain
by Paul Sutton
Copyright © 2018
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First Edition
ISBN: 978-1-60964-317-1
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BESTIARY OF BLIGHTY
Authoritarian centre
to control the debate, emote, dress as a giant genital. Facts are weapons –
all the mob understands is violence and kebabs (perhaps chicken wraps).
I had a friend who married a working-class man. He beat her daily, posted
it online, forced her to drink lager, and work as a bird table. His thermos-flask
got broken – so he buried her under the artificial ski-slope in Milton Keynes.
That’s why I write, her memory – thank God – she's the only victim I know.’
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The view from Marshlock
Its location – between the granite cliffs and roaring waterfalls of East Anglia –
attracts fewer tourists by the year.
Bedazzled young girls copulate, on the strand of sand where misshapen fish
and strange meats are auctioned on Thursdays.
Most fatalities are from cliff-falls – which the ravenous tides quickly remove.
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Dialogue
Large areas of English cities form unexpected oases of beauty for faces smudged with
coal smuts look at the fruit trees of considerable height they blossom in spring as the
former basements are bathed in light.
The key to regeneration is art and culture – and community. We may bustle and
bristle, but this gets things done, which is not to be sneered at – if a pier collapses,
artisanal bread floats and forms a life-raft.
Have you tried tea and cakes of pig fat, rides through brickworks to a single
room?
Now communal chanting and swift crowd judgements thrill the eager visitor as
torch-lit parades enthral an audience even Dali could not dream of.
An explosion in higher education has created our population bursting for poetry, song
and thin monographs on Slovenian surrealists.
Now I see them urinating in lay-bys or gallivanting in burnt fields as crops rot.
Take your pick from the vast array of restaurants of every nationality – many of
which serve food children can safely eat.
Alien clothes stand surreal at bus stops, teeth gleam – violence awaits us all.
A mature debate is needed – the lack of nuance astounds those of us educated in higher
values.
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Anything but immediate condemnation is blatant support for these flag-waving
lunatics.
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The intricacies of persistent failure
I am an expert.
In a faded ski-jacket and old trainers, it loafs along, dodging backward glances,
following my every step.
Geoff from accruals and accounts payable has ordered some ‘Ukrainian bird’
for marriage and children, perfect for flights from Kiev – her family a mixture
of gangsters and radioactive meat suppliers.
‘Most Slavs suffer from halitosis. I’m hoping my luck will change.’
We discuss the menu. I am familiar with the dizzying rhetorical tricks but
Geoff smiles in expectation.
No one has yet explained the mysteries of the former. Originally a dish from
Provence, eaten on those enormous slaughter-drenched hunts, with rough
flagons of liquorice-tasting wine. Then brought to England by the Huguenots
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and – at first – a delicacy eaten at society balls, or Cambridge graduation
ceremonies.
Local schools are full but somehow find room – the fields filled with fair folk,
jobs in Homebase – and courses, courses, courses.
Renegotiation will ensure a drawbridge and some grey knight waiting for the
holy chalice.
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Beach café
Geoff is hungry;
it’s no problem.
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Souwester
Entombed in
chrome yellow
water proofs.
Issuing terrifying
weather warnings
reports of cliff face
collapses, encircling
swarms of jellyfish.
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Ocean View Care Home
Our motto:
‘It’s kinder
to throw old
puffins off cliffs.’
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Encounters in a Travelodge
You must have noticed the hotels on link roads, convenient for reps and nearby
retail outlets.
Whether from guilt or impending prosecution, the mother hanged herself last
week – in the loft of a splendid newbuild.
The dust as the Travelodges went up, the queues for identical food outlets.
I’ve seen them from Year Seven – devastating their joyful enthusiasm.
There’s pizza and white wine when the girls are out – the mother no stranger
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to it – why not? – surely seeing your child under an acrylic suit or bent over a
trouser press – the images – better sex hadn’t been invented –
The local social workers…forming a religion in her name…it was easy to have
known her…fantasies of protection…a fist fight seen outside KFC…winding
down the window…I almost asked (say that I did)…‘Everything ok
Charlotte?’…this town has too many roundabouts…we were gone but I saw
her…dragged by the hair…I emailed to report it on Monday.
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In a doll’s house
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