http://www.thenisaid.com Copyright 2007 Sat, 21 Apr 2007 11:43:56 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=1.2.1 http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=174 http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=174#comments Tue, 16 Jan 2007 12:37:33 +0000 Text http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=174 This is as close as I get, no kidding. Any closer it sort of slips out of hand, to one side or the other, mostly the other. Depending, usually, it's like that, days like seasick swallows. So the truth, what really happens is something I can't see. What? The truth? This ... http://thenisaid.com/wordpress/wp-commentsrss2.php?p=174 http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=173 http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=173#comments Thu, 04 Jan 2007 00:16:25 +0000 Text http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=173 This starts in a weird place. I’m leaning out a window. It’s a small tight window, and I’m smoking a cigarette, looking at a window-door-wholesaler-place across the road, and I’m drunk. Beer and vodka mostly. I’m quite happy just watching those big slow snowflakes fall and melt and the sound ... http://thenisaid.com/wordpress/wp-commentsrss2.php?p=173 http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=170 http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=170#comments Sun, 26 Nov 2006 08:16:25 +0000 Text http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=170 Simon here. Just got back in. Been out cycling you see. For such a jet-setter I sure travel like the common folk. Nights are colder than just a few weeks ago. Dark streets a little darker. The few light-posts just that bit further apart it seems. It’s only me out ... http://thenisaid.com/wordpress/wp-commentsrss2.php?p=170 http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=169 http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=169#comments Thu, 23 Nov 2006 04:03:48 +0000 Music http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=169 In a year that saw Thenisaid growing increasingly weary of popular culture, there were still some records that got played on the newly purchased iPods. Yes, this device itself marking a change in attitude and initially increasing the sense of dread we were feeling. Will we be downloading music now? ... http://thenisaid.com/wordpress/wp-commentsrss2.php?p=169 http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=168 http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=168#comments Wed, 08 Nov 2006 03:07:39 +0000 Text http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=168 I spent last weekend in a villa in the Hollywood Hills, by the pool, sipping vodka tonics and squeezing grapefruitjuice from a grapefruit that I took from a tree (when reaching for the grapefruit I knocked my head against an avocado, yes, hanging from an avocado tree) Apparently we went ... http://thenisaid.com/wordpress/wp-commentsrss2.php?p=168 http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=167 http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=167#comments Thu, 24 Aug 2006 11:20:41 +0000 Poetry http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=167 His room was low, all of it, low nothing on the walls the bed, just above the floor his clothes books on the floor stuff along the walls in the middle of the room To bend down to pick up a magazine I crouched to reach a lamp switch Too low I thought And went to sleep and fell asleep and woke up standing up I moved the curtain aside looked down on ... http://thenisaid.com/wordpress/wp-commentsrss2.php?p=167 http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=166 http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=166#comments Fri, 30 Jun 2006 05:18:01 +0000 Poetry http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=166 I wish you could love me a bit more she said and I heard the car ignite her mother driving as I leant against a whitewashed wall in the shady side of this place and thought I wish I could but that wasn’t the problem http://thenisaid.com/wordpress/wp-commentsrss2.php?p=166 http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=165 http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=165#comments Sun, 23 Apr 2006 03:34:29 +0000 Poetry http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=165 I do however want to say that the world, as such, can be said to be the subject of much literature, and that the novel, maybe, in some way, adequately enough, let's not be megalomaniacs, carries the littleness of life. I realize you are thinking that this is just another ... http://thenisaid.com/wordpress/wp-commentsrss2.php?p=165 http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=164 http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=164#comments Wed, 29 Mar 2006 03:56:26 +0000 Poetry http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=164 where you were the cemetery steps sealed our hands and where you bumped into my affection the hip still stands the way you pulled my new composure to and left it with a wet kiss to dry made a sweet smell where the bitterness used to lie http://thenisaid.com/wordpress/wp-commentsrss2.php?p=164 http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=163 http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=163#comments Tue, 03 Jan 2006 23:41:44 +0000 Poetry http://www.thenisaid.com/index.php?p=163 she was running around the house that morning jumping off stools and tables trying not to touch the floor as it was water when she slipped and tumbled into the deep unknown her parents dreamt of Spotted Eagle Rays lit by St. Elmo’s Fire she cried to wake them from their age the covers lay like explosion mats sheltering the world from occasional blasts ... http://thenisaid.com/wordpress/wp-commentsrss2.php?p=163