... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Saturday, December 14, 2013
whenever i hear the word kultur, then i reach for my gun ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-5ata4jDyk
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moon_of_Alabama
posthumous thanks to graham carey, who lent the record to my mother in ?1964?
Friday, December 13, 2013
Thursday, December 12, 2013
the spanish lady at the barajas airport check-in desk said "do you know your flight has been cancelled ?"
i pretended to be nonchalant instead of bilious
and then she said,
"another aircraft that should have departed an hour ago is still at the gate !"
all well and good ! however, landing at heathrow a little earlier than i had expected, there was nowhere for our plane to park
and eventually the two hundred and something passengers found ourselves in the bowels of the earth, waiting helplessly for a transit train that never arrived, even though the automatic announcer told us thirty times it would be along in just one minute,
so we walked what felt like a mile through an even deeper tunnel which has been started for such contingencies, but not completed ... it was effectively a mile-long building site with bare cement floors, machinery and equipment everywhere, and lifts at the far end that only worked intermittently
having already walked about ten miles around madrid in the morning, i was frazzled
and after two hours sleep, followed by yet another twelve hour working day, i still am !
and then she said,
"another aircraft that should have departed an hour ago is still at the gate !"
all well and good ! however, landing at heathrow a little earlier than i had expected, there was nowhere for our plane to park
and eventually the two hundred and something passengers found ourselves in the bowels of the earth, waiting helplessly for a transit train that never arrived, even though the automatic announcer told us thirty times it would be along in just one minute,
so we walked what felt like a mile through an even deeper tunnel which has been started for such contingencies, but not completed ... it was effectively a mile-long building site with bare cement floors, machinery and equipment everywhere, and lifts at the far end that only worked intermittently
having already walked about ten miles around madrid in the morning, i was frazzled
and after two hours sleep, followed by yet another twelve hour working day, i still am !
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
in jack's cafe at devizes, which has a bay window looking down on the market place, and a log fire ... we found two prints of paintings by david inshaw, signed by the artist, in real pencil ! ...
... though not these two ... three !
http://www.davidinshaw.net/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Inshaw
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Saturday, November 23, 2013
3BT, 23rd November 2013
The River Thames at Putney Bridge is drenched in winter
sunshine. The crews of several rowing
boats seem to move very slowly, whilst some just drift on the current, as if very
badly hung-over.
Three big school girls are playing a game that seems to
involve dancing manically with much tossing of heads and waving of arms, but
without moving their feet … in the carriage of a moving train on the Piccadilly
Line.
After a delightful second visit to the John Soane Museum, a
lovely house full of marvellous objects and paintings, some gleaming in the low
winter sun, I emerge in to their tiny shop, and morosely view it’s unlovable
and unaffordable contents. Just as I am
about to leave, I am startled and uplifted by not just one, but two irresistible gifts that I
feel compelled to purchase guiltily, there and then, for a very important
someone. Only you and I know who !
Friday, November 22, 2013
Sunday, November 17, 2013
stop press: my lovely old aunt mavis has died
last of the bunch ...
or maybe not quite the last ... jack forward ( centre front row ) last heard of in australia a while ago
mythologies beget cognitive dissonances in my numbed skull ... because i've only just found out that saturn and father time are one and the same
http://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/giovanni-battista-tiepolo-an-allegory-with-venus-and-time
http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/works-of-art/57.619.5
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saturn_Devouring_His_Son
so, my question about the goya is ... do you really think that's a boy's bottom ?
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Saturday, November 9, 2013
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Art out of context … ( You couldn’t make it up ! )
On my way back in to South London this afternoon, I had to
pop in to the warehouse of Brindisa, famous importers of marvellous Spanish
foodstuffs, to fetch a big leg of Jamon.
There is a newly framed picture in their despatch and goods-in
office
Not terribly appetizing ! … Goya’s painting of Saturn
Devouring His Children.
http://www.museodelprado.es/goya-en-el-prado/obras/ficha/goya/saturno-devorando-a-un-hijo/?tx_gbgonline_pi1%5Bgocollectionids%5D=6&tx_gbgonline_pi1%5Bgosort%5D=d
http://www.museodelprado.es/goya-en-el-prado/obras/ficha/goya/saturno-devorando-a-un-hijo/?tx_gbgonline_pi1%5Bgocollectionids%5D=6&tx_gbgonline_pi1%5Bgosort%5D=d
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