Alex Griffin

But Why Am I Telling You this? You Are Not Even Here: Against Defining the Suburb

When I was 17 and finishing my high school exams the petrol station around the corner from our house exploded. I didn’t hear it but my twin brother did: he jingled the keys and we drove in his Subaru ute to check out the damage.

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The Gates to Dismaland

A coastline, strung by (Larkin) ‘forgotten boredom,’ studded with distant faux pas. London Bridge, falling or nay, Wet meat-like Though ’tis like a wedge, Simon Cowell The snoring cliffs ask ’tis not? falls from the whether fun was ever the …

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