... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Yet another 3BT
Staring intently into a dress shop window, leaning forward on her crutches, a young woman with only one leg, but it really is a very nice dynamic sort of a leg … with a very smart high-heeled shoe at the end of it.
Just after four in the morning, in the last shadows of night on the north edge of Clapham Common, at random but in the space of only about two hundred yards, ten young foxes busily searching the short damp grass with their noses.
On a zebra crossing by Putney Station, I side-step an oncoming goddess, a modern Atalanta. She is tall enough to look over my head and is wearing very short muddy shorts over sinewy thighs ... and a pair of muddy football boots with the laces knotted together are draped over her shoulder.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
3bt
Two girls recline on a low broad wall, one combing the hair of the other whose head lays upon her lap. Each has hair the colour of ginger biscuits.
The cafeteria in the Wellcome Collection is furnished with chairs upholstered in pastel-coloured plastics. A little girl wearing a dress patterned with white and pink and purple hearts chooses without hesitation to sit on a pink chair.
A text message arrives from the cancer ward. She lives and breathes and they haven’t excised her sense of humour.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
seeing as how a baby is on the agenda this month .... titian and mahler
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I8y6Tit5y6M
via the wonderful, though possibly moribund, boccanegra website
http://xavisuescun.blogspot.com/
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