korea team goes down fighting — south korea were ambushed by turkey in the third place play-off match, going behind one-nil after eleven seconds, which has apparently set a record for the fastest goal ever scored in a world cup… they levelled the scores after about ten minutes, only to give up another two goals shortly after that…
it was three-one after about thirty minutes, & although the goals stopped flowing, wow, it was a great game… korea kept attacking throughout the second half, but never really looked totally threatening until the final few minutes, eventually scoring a second goal in injury time to go down three-two…
best ever finishes — still, fourth place in the world cup isn’t too shabby… (i mean, some countries never even made it through qualifying…) & turkey played really well, too… i only saw a couple of their matches, but yeah, i liked the way they played…
one more game to go — brazil play germany tonight, but for me at least it’s something of an anticlimax… hopefully it’ll be entertaining… overall effect of the world cup? well, now i’ve got vague fantasies of joining some kind of duffers’ soccer league to add to all those other fantasies i’m endlessly juggling…
relapseville — urgh, a bit of a relapse today, woke up with a headache that wouldn’t quit & just totally congested… had a bex & a lie down & slept for a few hours & my headache’s disappeared, although i still sound a bit like thomas the tank engine… or how i imagine thomas the tank engine might sound… [actual voice of ringo starr may be simulated... &, of course, i can’t do the accent... but wow, wheezy...]
thinking, thinking — when i haven’t been asleep, i’ve been thinking about metropolis… still enormously impressed by it…
hymn
despite heaven’s rotating panoply
i’m alive, yes, walking past st andrews,
home, then andrew calls,
though karaoke is not for me, not tonight,
there is work to be done & all around me
the city doing what cities do, what you do
when you arrive in cities, or depart, or
stay, just a little bit longer, dawn some hours away
your hair lit up with realisation,
no dishes in the sink, a sense of who we are
& this continuity, wondering if we can’t,
suspicious moods, feeling your age & those
other ages for whom for which et cetera
it’s all there if you want it, today i do
& i am in love you know, stored displayed
published reproduced or used
for any other purpose what we want is the facts,
to be specific, your eyes are what i miss most
that’s not true at all i don’t know what
came over me, you, your hands, though
fantastic tea towels are in all the shops
& all i have i was & now again will be soon.
