A Most Unsymphonic Pigeon is a place where my procrastinations can gather, workshop things, swap knitting patterns, join unions, and basically amplify their strength against creative projects of supposedly greater significance.

Get me to my Chipper | Universal Franchise 

It is a night of wild wonder. The chords rings true, the descending strum of life.

Hammer on. Ireland, dear love, let me leave it there. Nights of returning vinyl albums to their covers, too cold to brace the fishing seas. A sort of jalapeno lining around the beer glass rim. Pea & Ham Chorizo soup. Combustion engine relief, escape. Tracky dak roadside fantasy. So much sings to that accord, wild loving man pushed ever west. Sun just splitting stones.

2417. Fade in on a transparent scene of two airport service robots on their break.

Orange Bot: [Reading aloud from a history book] The Human Race in 4 steps…

  1. Failed Attempt To Assert Understanding - Religion

  2. Failed Attempt to Ponder Understanding - Philosophy 

  3. Failed Attempt to Prove Understanding - Science 

Yellow Bot: [Over the PA] We are now boarding flight 221 to Mars. 

I look at a photo of me and my parents at my brother’s wedding. It will never exist in any other form for posterity. Its rapturous exaltation has been spent by the memory drawer penitent. I dive further into an ashtray of incomprehension. 

Orange Bot: Would you a like a drink?

Yellow Bot: [Looks into the fridge] That moment when you realise Jimmy Brings will be required tonight. The meme goes viral.

And After Many A Summer Dies The Swan

Working to choose the disturbing of a generation the aching sleep was mustered to little more than a weak command. Ignored. There was no more light from the sun. Traffic lights grew ever brighter upon the land. 

Orange Bot: [Looking around listlessly] I need to shave.

Yellow Bot: It can wait. [Cut to close-up of Yellow Bot looking a lot like Walt Whitman]

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Episode #331: Footnotes and Footlights