Wednesday, 13 February 2013

Thursday, 17 January 2013

Rewriting loop

    Rewriting loop - my storyboard for adaptation project





PAUL FARLEY

“Liverpool Disappears for a Billionth of a Second.”

Shorter than the blink inside a blink the National Grid will sometimes make, when
you'll turn to a room and say: Was that just me?

People sitting down for dinner don't feel their chairs taken away/put back again much
faster than that trick with tablecloths.

A train entering the Olive Mount cutting shudders, but not a single passenger complains
when it pulls in almost on time.

The birds feel it, though, and if you see starlings in shoal, seagulls abandoning cathedral
ledges, or a mob of pigeons

lifting from a square as at gunfire, be warned, it may be happening, but then those
sensitive to bat‐squeak in the backs

of necks, who claim to hear the distant roar of comets on the turn ‐ these may well
smile at a world restored, in one piece; though each place

where mineral Liverpool goes wouldn't believe what hit it: all that sandstone out to
sea or meshed into the quarters of Cologne.

I've felt it a few times when I've gone home, if anything, more often now I'm old, and the
gaps between get shorter all the time.