1. |
Introduction
03:22
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Hello you. I hope you are doing well, and if you’re not doing well, I hope that what follows gives you an entertaining distraction from whatever is bothering you. Thank you for listening to this story. I hope you enjoy it, and I’m sorry I can’t be there to perform it for you in person. I normally tell it in front of an audience but I can’t second guess where you’re listening from. Maybe you’re at work. Maybe you’re at home.
Where is your home? Maybe it’s where you were born, or where you lived now? Is it both? Is home more than one place for you?
Do you remember leaving home? Do you remember how that felt? I remember feeling so happy. Like my life was just beginning.
Have you ever left home, and found yourself having to come back sooner than you’d wanted to? That’s Kathy’s experience. Let me tell you about her. She’s 19 years old, just finished her first year of university. All her friends are in Thailand, but she couldn’t afford to go. She couldn’t even afford to stay in Glasgow, so she’s come home to her small town in the Highlands.
One last question. When you have to come home, and you don’t want to be there, what method do you use to cope with it? Do you drink a lot? Take a long walk? Take something harder than alcohol? Kathy’s from the internet generation, so naturally she wants to have her cake and eat it. She’s decided to do all three. She’s spent her night on the beach, with some cans of cider and a few tabs of acid. Just by herself. On a solo mission. Where she lives is beautiful, there’s a forest right next to the beach. When you feel adventurous, do you stay on the beach or do you go into a dark forest? Naturally. In she goes.
She gets a message from her friends in Thailand. One of them’s been to one of those tiger sanctuaries. As soon as the message arrives, her phone dies. That’s where this story begins.
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2. |
Kathy Walks Out, Drops
05:12
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phone dies
completely alone
so dark
outlines
in trees
footsteps stick
mud
she nearly slips
chews
acid
mixes in her blood
before the message came
the world was so
cool
for the first time since
she’d moved back
she was happy
hunting frogs with the torch app
on her phone
she found an army
camping by the vast forest pond
stared and contemplated
origin
let her pupils make templates of their skin
so happy then
floating on the tide that flowed
through the glen
hearing summer drag
the gentle ocean
nothing could touch her
she imagined life on earth
when the land was covered by sea
looked at the skin on her hands
and thought of evolution
undiscovered species
always changing
families and savagery
the words
of an Attenborough documentary
delighted to be
a mammal
she heard the distant
tidal sound
and turned from it
went deeper
thicker trees
elevated path
the river got louder
the message reawakening
a world within her
then snatching it away
just after her phone died
ten little speckled frogs
jumped their warted hides
into the pool
leaving doubtful shapes
to parlay
with the thieving canopy
that stole her stars
her signal
and her battery
she’s not the sort to fear so quick
but now she realises she’s
tripping really hard
and yes she knows the forest
but it’s pitch black
and her torch is fucked
so all she’s got is an indistinct path
and the sound of branches dredging
up the river and
a memory
of being three years old
lingering in the juice aisle
bright plastic nebula of bottles
sheer wonder at the colour
then a fear stronger than the emptiness of space
when she turned and couldn’t see
her mother
the panic an eternity
finally when she heard the tannoy
call her name it wasn’t louder
than her heart it wasn’t louder
than trolleys shifting apart
or the thunder of the checkout lady’s laughter
it’s not the drugs
it’s not the dark
this river’s going to flood
she needs to get back to the park
she needs to get out of the wood
cos its cold cold dread
when the moon doesn’t shine
and she gets the feeling something
is watching her behind
laughter– definitely
something
on the water
maybe
she moves away from the river
the wind whispers in her ear
the voice of her father
‘Daughter, come inside.
The snowman can wait.
Come in we’ve lit a fire
your uncle has a story just for you
So come and warm your little cockles
By the fire Kathy.
Come on.’
She’s surprised
by the strength of this memory
And the anxiety it creates
mirrored by fluctuating branches
that look to dip in and out
of the river
And the path ahead
vibrating like a loudspeaker
a crest builds in her
she holds her own hand
that awful story
fear
she wants to turn away
to drown the memory
but she’s transfixed by the branches
her eyes rearrange their reflection
on the water
the face
of the tiger
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3. |
Tiger Story
06:30
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Kathy! Like your PJs. Give your Uncle a kiss like, ya wee scamp. You ready? Then I’ll begin.
No sae lang ago…like, just ootside a toun no sae far fae here, used tae be a sanctuary fir animals – Kiltarlin’ Wildlife Pairk. It wisnae a zoo like, nae exotic creatures tae speak of apart fae the llamas. Pure barry wi them lang necks. Fuckin bangin tae look at. Dinnae get too close though like! They spit like (spit sound) right in yer peepers. Ye’ve goat tae be careful Kath. They’re nae like us. Ye canny trust em.
Here Kathy, sorry, don’t greet like, ah’ve no told ye about the folk at warkd there. They were guid folk Kathy, they cared fae the animals. Treated em better than some humans get treatit by ithers. Llamas were on their best behaviour maist ae the time. So turn that frown, upside down hen.
Well, one day things were aboot windin’ doun, visitors had aw left, aw the kack was mucked oot n aw the keepers are aboot tae gang hame, when a pirple car pulls up wi’ a great big horse trailer on the back. The car stopped n a wee man ae Asian origin pops oot, begins unhookin this hing in the cair pairk. He looks terrified – you know the expression seen a ghost?
Huv you seen wan Kath? You’ve gone pal hen.
Aw the keepers came oot, puir polite, asked yir man whit he was dayin.
My name’s Faridoon, he says. Uh’ve been roond the hail country trynae find somewan wud relieve this burden. Said there wiss an animal in the trailer but nae place wud tak it. Said yis are the last I’ve tried and yez seem like the best. I trust yeez, Faridoon says, tae dae the right thing here.
He drives off, never…naw, drives back, unloads five full sides ae ham. Says ‘Should keep yir man knocked oot fir lang enough till yez figure out where tae keep him.’ Faridoon drives off, never to be seen again.
Wull, the folk at the pairk were curious, so they undid the lock at the back and busted they horsetrailer doors wide, but nothing couldae prepared them fir whit they saw. Nae fuckin Tabby. It wiss a tiger Kath. A sleepin tiger but as soon as they opened that door guess what. His eyes slowly opened too.
Fir 5 fill days n 5 fill nights they wark tirelessly building this enclosure, sleepin’ in shifts, feedin’ the tiger drugged ham when he shows signs ae stirrin’. When the wark’s done they shiftit the ‘hing intee a cage, pure heavy it wuz and most ae the keepers pure shitin’ themselves in case it chooses that moment tae wake.
Aye so eventually the tiger comes to, sees its inside the cage, and starts roarin’, most terrifyin’ noise yes kid imagine. They distractit him and threw in massive hunks ae meat tae pacify. Word gets out, n everywin came fae even hunners o miles around tae see the great beast o Kiltarlin’, roarin’ and prowlin’ an lookin’ weird an out ae place, cos Kiltarlin or Scotland or even fuckin Europe’s no right fir tigers.
Wull, wan day the keepers arrived, the morning hud ae sky o fuckin bright pink wi’ aw clouds offset like the scene ae some great battle. Like a painting it wuss. They hud preparet tae spend the morning lookin n takin pictures but as soon as they got oot the cairs, all they saw wiss death. The llamas hud hud their lang necks broken n’ chewed; one wiss disembowellt wi’ aw guts n’ gore hingin’ oot. Ither animals hud been chewed, huge bite mairks, severed airms n feet n face n blood blood blood blood fuckin everywhere, ‘n under that pink sky the the keepers greetit, then shakin’ wi fear they checkt the tiger enclosure ‘n it wiss jist metal chewed open, layers ‘n layers ae chewed metal. The beast was naewhere tae be seen.
That night, the first child went missin’.
Shite. Douglas! Kathy’s fuckin cryin again. Wiss jist a story like. Fuck’s sake.
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4. |
Kathy's Childhood
04:53
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the dreams started then
an orange flash of fur
a forest chattering
a slip
the tiger breathing
hurricanes
on her naked spine
till the age of 9
she slept with
the window
shut
like glass could stop
a hunter
fear does not exhaust
children like adults
they devote
energy to it
it drives them
to their first
acts of escapism
a silver animal
spouts from the
hero’s wand
not
the wand
the book
drives the bad
things away
book over wand
her patronus
a stag
not because
that was harry’s
but for
the memory of waking
from years of nightmres
to sunlight on her face
her father rushing
in shouting look Kath
there’s something in
the garden and she looked and
the deer
softer than
dew arching to the
pond he had filled
two months ago
to drink and birds
singing
her headmaster had
whiskers he made them write
their patronus put it
in a hat and they
all repicked and did
presentations after
internet research she
wrote stag and picked
that word again scribed
with sloppier handwriting
and her presentation
was better than his
which copied sections verbatim
from the Dorling Kindersley animal encyclopedia
she wrote in her
own words about
stags how they shed
antlers every spring
and females they’re called
Hinds choose a stag
on the loudness of its
roar in rutting season
two Hinds are born for
everyone one Stag people
shoot them but they
say there are too many
I disagree she said
it’s not fair for humans
to decide that
she refused venison
when it was served
became vegetarian
earning the respect
of the hippies on
her mother’s side
and confused looks
from her Grandfather
who sat in his grey
house close to death
only ever leaving for church
and as the path lurches
to an open clearing
treetops bend
to make a vaunting
and twist themselves into seats
and a pulpit
before her eyes
as she is swept away
into family history
her Grandfather shuts his eyes
in the church
no sin to sleep
in the clearing ahead she sees him
sitting with his squadron
of Muslims and Sikhs
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5. |
Family History
03:12
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I need to explain something about Kathy’s Grandad. He was one of those men, maybe you know them, who served in the second world war but never spoke about it. She knew he had fought in Burma, which was a particularly savage theatre of conflict. Kathy had asked him questions but he made an art of evading them, or subtly practiced selective hearing. She only found out his full role in the war after she snuck into his house and looked through his old papers.
She found two documents: a transcript of an interview, and an old letter. The first had been done by a Dr. Abilash Mukherjee of Aberystwyth University. Dr. Mukherjee was studying racial cohesion in the second world war. He wanted to speak to her Grandfather because he was a captain in the army – a much higher rank than her family had guessed. He was in charge of a mortar squadron. Dropping shell after shell after shell on the same Japanese position. Her Grandfather had deliberately avoided the parts of the questionnaire which dealt with violence. He must have felt responsible.
The second was a letter written to his old friend, who he appeared not to have spoken to in years. The detail she remembered most vividly from that letter was the description of a marker on a military map. Point 451. The point just before Rangoon that they never reached, because their squadron was recalled just before the Indian army broke through. Her Grandfather, in compact and neat handwriting, expressed his disappointment at never having reached it.
So that’s Kathy’s Grandad. Just to fill you in.
in the clearing ahead she sees him
sitting with his squadron
of Muslims and Sikhs
the army captain
the forest ranger
the failing father
of her Dad
rendered narcoleptic
by his years
sleeping head on shoulder
of a turbaned man
who locks eyes with her
keeping watch
he’s watching for the slightest
movement in the trees
man or beast
he cannot tell the difference anymore
she leaves the path
and walks towards this
warrior cast in muslin
he fears no Japanese
for he has defended sleeping
British men from tigers
in the night before
and he knows his captain
will assume command once more
come morning light
he will calibrate the mortar
and they’ll shell the hill again
all day until the only sound
heard in the forest’s crackling wood
and human screams
she sits beside her Grandfather
who rests before the next daily horror
takes the young man’s hand
he shifts his weight to her
and to the moonlit canopy
mouths in sleep the words of a song
he never sung to her
the song of
point 4 -5 -1
the point he never reached
before the Japanese surrendered
to the bomb
I’d like to sing that song for you now.
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6. |
Point 451
05:05
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there’s a place
you’ll see
just past that
blasted tree
where rice
flows heavy into bowls
and the sound it makes
is only sleep
there’s a place my friend
that you will know
where bugs don’t bite
and banyans grow
where only gratitude
and laughter will explode
all it must take is
a few more days of
dropping shells
break on through
the battle line with me
and we’ll be where we can
unload these guns
four five one
four five one
don’t be afraid
to kill
think of our dead
friends will
I know
what you’ve
seen
makes it
hard to
dream
we together
walking side by side
through narrow streets
and smiling tide
no more retreats
no guilt to hide
just silent peace
all it must take is
a few more days of
dropping shells
break on through
the battle line with me
and we’ll surpass even
the rising sun
four five one
four five one
and when we get home
we won’t tell our sons
four five one
four five one
don’t tell anyone
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7. |
Peter and Society
03:28
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8. |
Peter's Support Plan
01:38
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9. |
Peter's 4 O'Clock
09:15
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10. |
Kathy's Teenage Years
01:29
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when he was done speaking
and began lapping
coos of sympathy
for his ordeal
she walked over
with a pint of cider
and tipped the lot on his head
‘I’m Peter’s sister’ she said
‘And you’re a fucking wank.’
pride rose within her
she was proud to be kicked out
proud of the reputation
accrued and spread
by town gossips
one by one
her friends
followed her from the pub
one swiped
a bottle from their parents
75cl own brand
supermarket vodka (!)
they rode the wave
of transgression
into the forest
up the path to the waterfall
which she now turned away from
for it was cold
and she felt the bad thoughts
welling through the static
coin-marked tree
another memory
the waterfall
and the consonance
of Sam mid-spew
the night they first
hooked up
she allowed herself
to go back with him
she was thirteen
when Peter left
her parents bought her
broadband and
a laptop
she spent so many hours
on MSN
augmenting conversation
with emoticons
gorging herself
on contact through
new abbreviations
these tools belonged to her
to her generation
she carved out her
alliances with them ...
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11. |
Young Love Part 1
06:39
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...identified herself through
streaming music
changed her onscreen
name
Nick Drake lyrics
a day once dawned
and it was beautiful
a day once dawned
from the ground
the distance, artificial
in the case of her small town
in a school of seven hundred
she got to know basically everyone
moving between groups
she found
the boundaries were breaking down
and she could be anyone she chose
cinephile stoner
it-girl reader
PE master
geek ringleader
everyone got home
logged in
and spent their evenings
in front
of the computer
typing to each other
she first spoke to Sam
that way
it couldn’t have been
another
they first met when
he smacked
her ass as she walked
past his friends at lunch
she fixed him
with fierce eyes
ignored the jeers
and watched his
boldness wilt
before her
they didn’t have a class
together
for two years never spoke
until his add came through
to her account
his email was
avrillavigneisshit@hotmail.com
she pressed accept
and didn’t check the name
started typing didn’t know
it was him till he apologised
expressed regret
and she surprised
herself
by not holding a grudge
they spoke
typed
late into the night
the next day
at school
he seemed to be
everywhere she
was he must always
have been there
but she blocked him out
through anger
now he smiled at her
across aqua-blue flooring
and the corridors
all turned red
she logged in early
just to see his name appear
in her contacts
then waited
for him
to speak
to her
she liked that he
was unrefined but still
inclined to talk about
his feelings all
the stuff that really
mattered
they disagreed on ecology
he thought rare species
should be allowed
to go extinct
she respectfully disagreed
behind the scenes
respective friends
schemed to get them together
they gathered in the forest
in pretty awful weather
everyone ran away
so they were left alone
a stolen flask of Vladivar
the music on his phone
he took her hand and told her
he was crazy
about her
he wanted
to kiss her
he wanted
to hold her
she moved her face
close to his
till it couldn’t get closer
she moved herself onto his lap
arm around her shoulder
it was pretty great
till he threw up on her shoe
so the moment she had dreamed of
didn’t quite come true
but he was feeling what she felt
and that was pretty special too
so they stuck together
everything he did to demonstrate
his love just made hers stronger
they kept on speaking online
helped each other through the shit times
of standardised tests and future angst
she was English, he was Maths
together they amassed a bunch
of unconditional offers
they planned to be together
they planned a holiday
we deserve good weather they said
I’m sick of sideways rain
we’ll take a flight from Glasgow
in Amsterdam touch down
our love and the world
is so much bigger than this forest
and our town
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12. |
Young Love Part 2
04:47
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Here’s how the trip went:
in Amsterdam they got
really high and laughed
at a fat prostitute
who showed them her vag
through the window
in Paris they drunk coffee
every morning
every evening
rouge by the Seine
mainly ate pizza
underwhelmed
by the Mona Lisa
they stopped having sex
it wasn’t easy to do that
while staying in dorms
you have to take your chances
they took none
she realised her feelings
were decreasing
when she looked out over
at the Mediterranean
from the Basilique Notre-Dame
de la Garde
and caught the eye
of a bearded man
with scars on his face
who stared at her
with impassive French desire
the fierceness of that boredom
and restriction when Sam noticed
she was looking at another man
made her flare
on the train to Cannes he
rubbed himself against her
trying to rekindle
and for the first time since they’d
kissed that night she craved
loneliness
she told him she didn’t feel like it
especially not on this weird train
she slept with the vibration on the tracks
awoke and left the station
feeling like a puritan
as lukewarm rain fell on Italian flagstones
Torino, Fiorenze, Roma
Napoli, Trieste
two weeks went by
in a blur of churches
wine, no sex
and pizza
all the architectural splendour
coalesced into one dumb spine
that stuck into her passion
like the book in her rucksack
that wouldn’t effectively pack
the need to be alone
and his cowardice in ignoring that fact
his namby pamby affections
and redundant cock
nearly forced her from the night train
at 3am when it stopped in Llubljana
nearly
they watched the Alps
all the way to Vienna
stayed in a good, cheap hostel
made a lot of friends
walked up a big hill with them
drank beer at the top
she saw Sam loosen up, enjoyed
watching him make conversation
watching him flirt with other women
some of the feeling came back
but not as strong as it was
she started feeling like
she needed to work
at being with him
he was a good man
for these four last days
in Berlin
they would splash out
on a hotel room
and she would really try
to keep on loving him
tired from all the travelling
they did inane things and
she willed her love for him
to be amplified by that city’s ugliness
on their last day they both agreed
to explore the history
of the East
they went to Prenzlauerberg
to see the last remaining section
of the wall
read the exhibits first, then spent ten minutes
on the grass just looking at it
one piece of graffiti stuck out
it said
please don’t be angry when I’m not here for you
love me like I love you, always and forever
she read it a few times
then turned to look at Sam
who was looking intently at her
he started trying to express himself
the idea that something
wasn’t right between them
he only blamed himself
incapable
she kept reading the wall
every word he spoke
seemed to just repeat
the same theme
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13. |
Be Angry
01:50
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Please don’t be angry when I’m not here for you.
Love me like I
love you, always and forever.
When I love you please love me like I’m not here
forever and
don’t always be angry, for you
don’t always love me.
I’m not forever for you.
Please be angry like I love you here and when
I’m always here, be angry Love
not forever
please don’t like me when I love you for you
love always and like forever
I don’t please you
be here for I’m not angry when you love me
be forever here please and love always
for you don’t love me
when I’m not angry like you
not here forever like you and when I’m angry
please be you
for love. I don’t always love me
I don’t like me when I’m angry Love
for you always love
please be you forever and not here
for love. Not forever here and
please don’t be me
I’m always angry like you when I love.
Be angry please don’t love me like
I love you
always and forever when I’m not here for you.
Please be here for me, I love you like forever
always love
I’m not angry when you don’t
please me, I always like you here when
you love me.
Be angry forever, for love I don’t
love you for always and forever when
you don’t love me like
I’m not here. Please be angry.
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14. |
Home
03:29
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The speech didn’t leave her with much of a choice.
She waited till she got back
before she ended it.
Straight to university alone
but it was too close
to think about now.
Now she was home
and all
all that was left of her trip
a fuzzy border
round the eyes
and the light
before sunrise
the sky shrugged
off its canopy
as she walked
to keep her appointment
with that wide expanse
of sea which had
elicited beautiful thoughts
of biology
before she started moving
introspectively
a kind of love
a kind of relief
to hear the noise
of tide dragging
once more on the rocks
she didn’t want to leave
but it was nearly five
her mother would be waking soon
she had to be in bed before then
home
another emotional restriction
the acid made her free
but she had spent the whole night
not quite feeling freedom
thinking of the people she
would have to meet
now she was back
her watch told her
she had another half hour
she picked her favourite rock
and sat listening to the sea
the tiger came
from the forest
following her tracks
she felt him breathe on her neck
as he nuzzled her back
he faced her
she looked into his eye
and saw herself reflected
in that wilderness
he yawned
there was no purpose
to her fear
she felt it anyway
he lay down beside her
she rested her head on his belly
which moved in time
with the sound of the sea
and as the sun came up
they fell asleep that way –
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