... 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/
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
faiz ... a poet in the urdu language
read and smile ...
http://caravanmagazine.in/Story.aspx?Storyid=924&StoryStyle=FullStory
listen and sigh ...
http://www.jinnahsequaid.com/8048/legendary-works-faiz-ahm
or, since some twat has broken the link ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tzXNo3-YyUoed-faiz/
and give thanks to metafilter
http://www.metafilter.com/
http://caravanmagazine.in/Story.aspx?Storyid=924&StoryStyle=FullStory
listen and sigh ...
http://www.jinnahsequaid.com/8048/legendary-works-faiz-ahm
or, since some twat has broken the link ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tzXNo3-YyUoed-faiz/
and give thanks to metafilter
http://www.metafilter.com/
Monday, May 30, 2011
3BT ...
A dilapidated bus station. It is cloudy and a cold breeze chills the little country town. In a small yard surrounded by a low wall, a couple of girls, maybe twelve or thirteen years old, shiver on a bench outside a pub. One has a plaster cast on her left arm. Maybe their parents are drinking inside. Suddenly they leap up and dance frantically around for a couple of minutes, shaking their arms and legs and heads to imagined music, almost as if they were trying to detach them, running about the yard and jumping on the furniture with an extraordinary lack of inhibition, as if they were burning up a lifetime of joy in moments. An English rite of spring ?
An old stone bridge with low pointed arches spans a wide chalk stream bordered with willows, its fertile waters feeding long drifts of flowering water crowfoot on which both yellow and pied wagtails run to and fro.
A text arrives in the evening from a friend I feared had died.
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