S.J. COULES

I want to be newsless
A Parisian author in the 1870s, free from digital encroachment, scribbling lines about his enfant-terrible obsession
and an overdue confession

I want to be newsless
Berlin-based in 1905, squatting with Kirchner who paints a nude,
accompanied by towers of books and the detritus of cheap food

I want to be newsless
1920s with Scott and Zelda, no phones or apps or ‘likes’ infecting the social signals and sounds,
just placing a hand on a shoulder and ordering another round

I want to be newsless
Subsumed in the 70s new-wave cinema; no left or right or centre, sans the political infiltration of every thing;
a former existence like a cheap, one-time fling

I want to be newsless
Soaked in today’s sun of a shared humanity; without identity box-ticking
and the cell-phone chants of endless clicking

I want to be newsless; pig-ignorant of the latest celebrity, political, ideological dross
If newslessness was real, would we be at a loss?