The surprising Doom coincidence…

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s little quotation is from Vladimir Nabokov’s short story Tyrants Destroyed (1938):
But, believe it or not, he impressed people with his mediocrity as others do with their talent.
This could be applied to many of today’s popular writers, politicians, musicians, and artists.

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Anyway, having been grilled by my companion about my mysterious relationship with Simon Doom and Tony Mayonnaise, poets from the glory days of the Hull Surrealist League, in the cafe the other day, (click), and having managed to escape any further explanations by pretending to spot those two rascals walking past the cafe window, and then running out to catch them up as they supposedly disappeared around a non-existent corner, I found myself outside, my hand up, shading my eyes, pretending to peer into the distance before I trotted off in the general direction of the railway station (No, I will not call it a ‘train station’).
But isn’t life strange sometimes?
On slowing down as I approached the Dulltown Interchange, there was the aforementioned Simon Doom; he was leaning against a filthy litter bin smoking a cigarette. He spotted me and shouted loudly across the forecourt, ‘Those trendy posh tennis shoes look bloody awful! You got no fuckin’ style my man!…’ and laughed uproariously. People stopped and turned, looked at him, and then at me…
He was joking of course, my shoes really are quite nice. When I ambled over he roughly grabbed my elbow and talked at me, puffing smoke and alcohol fumes in my face for a good ten minutes before handing me a crumpled piece of paper with his latest spoem (spoof poem) scrawled on it. I was then able to escape to go and get my bus…

Cadmium sunstripe black dog-dug,
Candy-gauze rail snag fetter-gong,
Queue, queue, queue, queue, cucumber!
Chisel-mud damper fool gas marble,

Noise-master pig-thatch crush pipes,
Candy-pose frost wipe Zanzibar-drat,
Brew, brew, brew, brew, brutal!
Chisel-torque dragoon butter-fop kicks.

Cable-tie masterpiece cloth rampart,
Candy-hose dew semaphore oil baskets,
Ice, ice, ice, ice, isomer!
Chisel-hoot meme administration gulp.

Harmonium culture clout brash-dish,
Candy-nose gerund dark serif mote,
Plan, plan, plan, plan, plankton!
Chisel-door alcohol boot rusting rings.

Daphnia-mug tendril soap outcast,
Candy-rose xylophone paper spread-dot,
Chew, chew, chew, chew, Tuesday!
Chisel-nook portable suck-motion glut.

Simon Doom 2017.

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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