nature mort, 'nit

un stuff, deux stuffs, chez micawber

quiet laughter ? ... does hokusai play tricks on yer eyes ? ... or was i wrong to assume that in "reality" the two sawyers would be holding the ends of the same saw ?

i wuz oh so very wrong ... again !

http://lumberjocks.com/reviews/2094

http://dougukan.jp/contents-en/index.php?id=220

ashdown forest

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ashdown_Forest

most days of the week, often before seven, i cross the ashdown forest on my way from gatwick to crowborough

this week, because the loved one is away in japan, my sleep pattern has been chaotic

i sometimes wake up two hours earlier than my alarm time ... which is three

so this morning i was suddenly afflicted with sleepy body and mind and just had to stop the truck

i walked from the road across to friends' clump, only a few yards, to let the cool air and the scent of pine trees revive me

however there was no peace ... indeed, the noises of war reached me because i found myself discomfortingly close to a military firing range ... and they began firing off their rifles as if the taliban had just arrived

i thought it wise to walk away in case of stray bullets, but continued my journey in a revived condition

sometimes i forget which is which ...

van gogh ...how did he find the time to write so well ?

"What I think is so good about the moderns is that they don’t moralize like the old ones.

It seems coarse to many people, for instance, and they’re angered by it: vice and virtue are chemical products like sugar and vitriol"

http://vangoghletters.org/vg/letters/let574/letter.html

was marcel proust jimi page's wicked uncle ?

and if you think you might ever bother to read it ... here's a link to the discussion from melvyn bragg's epic series of discussions of everything under the sun ...

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p00548wx

the red shoes ... a very nice bit of context

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b03bfm1f

ellen's lovely photo of noa, alvi, and skip

sunday mornings is when i like to waltz around in my head

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cxG-kOTMgaA

from that series of poems that will lurk through the rest of your life, part 99

In my craft or sullen art

Exercised in the still night

When only the moon rages

And the lovers lie abed

With all their griefs in their arms,

I labour by singing light

Not for ambition or bread

Or the strut and trade of charms

On the ivory stages

But for the common wages

Of their most secret heart.

Not for the proud man apart

From the raging moon I write

On these spindrift pages

Nor for the towering dead

With their nightingales and psalms

But for the lovers, their arms

Round the griefs of the ages,

Who pay no praise or wages

Nor heed my craft or art.

retablo del amor ... the jury at the national art exhibition in madrid in 1910 didn't like this painting ... but when julio romero de torres showed it in barcelona the following year, their city museum was glad to buy it there and then

borrowed from ... http://www.museunacional.cat/sites/default/files/024157-CJT.JPG

awake before sunrise to start reading every word of my julio romero de torres catalogue, including the bibliography

alvi, brimming with confidence and curiosity and adventure