Stuart Miller-Osborne

Je suis sans abri dans ma propre tête Personne ne me reconnaît Je suis sans yeux ni visage

now that the winter is nearly upon us days refuse to mature brief seasons of light

I must say that I am enjoying this war Such smart uniforms on both sides Our uniforms are blue with silver buttons The other chaps wear grey with gold buttons But we are so beastly to each other Which is rather tedious to say the least The generals have asked us for new ideas And […]

What a pleasant war this is I have been given a rusty rifle And am allowed to shoot anybody That I like on the other side I always choose the fat soldiers Making sure that they are wearing The grey uniforms and gold buttons It is not that I hate fat people Indeed my boyfriend […]

I decided to end it all So I lay in a muddy field And dreamt of home

J’ai décidé de me suicider. Mais j’ai failli tuer un Noir à la place.

The beach house had no address Some passing called it Bleu de Californie But this name was seldom used It was owned by the actress Rivktoria 

Rivktoria summered at the beach house Which sat on top of a sandy dune It was surrounded by thin yet deep grasses Which gave it a feel of a false enclosure Far away from any reality That she had ever known

I frequently rise from my warm bed Where I am very safe And sit in a badly lit bus shelter On the edge of the forest It is a dangerous place to be after dark And I am often approached By those considering harm

I have seventeen friends Who allow me to film them As I enjoy recording time