Saturday, September 24, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
3BT 23rd September 2011
When the morning sun is low and dazzlingly yellow, the road sweeps gently up and around a low hill, passing a mature oak tree in dark full leaf. At the same time the mist from the wide valley beyond has flowed up and over the tree like a low wave. As the truck speeds past the tree, and the sun appears to race past it on the other side, so tiny sunbeams emerge through the foliage into the mist as bars of light and do so in a very interesting way. The perspective of diminishing parallel lines means that each is perceived as a long wedge of golden mist, disappearing into a needle point towards the glowing heart of the tree. Each beam fades in and out of vision as we pass and the overall effect is illusory, that they form the offset spokes of a turning wheel that has no outer edge.
High above industrial Brixton, I spy an unfamiliar movement and focus on a small pale hawk being circled and harassed by some kind of crow that is twice as big. They move higher and higher as the crow repeatedly tries to strike the hawk. When they have almost disappeared into the midday brightness the hawk turns away in a long dive, gathering speed all the time but, to my surprise, the crow keeps right behind him until they disappear from view behind a neighbouring factory.
Having skipped on to an empty bus at four in the morning to go to work, I eventually drag my stressed and exhausted self on to another at five thirty during the journey home. Miraculously, in the middle of a very busy rush hour, on this very crowded bus, the seat nearest to the door is vacant ! Phew !
Thursday, September 22, 2011
and not a bad piano player, neither !
just about the first record i ever bought, nina simone, so fierce and gentle
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gv9717YTmsQ
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
colin busby forward
my dad died ten years ago today
he was very fond of village pantomimes
i imagine there will be pantos all year round in his part of heaven
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
by the door in blythburgh churchyard
surely by the same artist ... i like the way the cherubs' heads incline to one another across that little gap and across all those years
and i like to think that someone like thomas hardy might have filled that little gap with a thousand pages
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