mask on, wake early, cro cocks crow, cro dogs do bark.

air pressure held behind the masks, croatian cocks crowing in through the open window, traffic and dogs. Many of the cocks have high voices, they are all distant.
Take the mask off, turn the turbine off.
Many of the cocks have high voices, they are all distant.
 Some fainter than others, some with an echo. The early sound of a heavy motorbike, and another boy racer, the engine winding up to a gearless howl in the distance.

A John Cage background music, coming in through the empty window, the piano player has to be imagined.

At this early hour, just after dawn, there are many cocks crowing, and then suddenly not anymore.

A few nearby finches, unconvinced, creaking and chirping.

And the rush of traffic, running all the time, Croatians early to work.

And at just past seven, near silence. Shipyard workers, office workers, all at work.

Peace and sunrise over the croatian landscape.

Even the cocks are now silent, but the dogs still bark.

Well, there is still the odd cock crowing away to itself.

Make a cup of instant coffee, enjoy the peace of the morning, there are no desires of others imposing themselves on the mind, sit down, typewrite on the grey machine with the illuminated fruit, one bite gone, was it Eve or was it Adam? Maybe it was Steve, or else that other man.


one for sorrow
two for joy
three for a girl
and four for a boy
Five for silver
six for gold
and seven for a story that has never been told.

There are six magpies under a tree in the garden.
Hello to the morning porch.