... 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 31, 2011
Friday, December 30, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Friday, December 23, 2011
in the park with the dog ...
getting dark and starting to rain but i'm in my work boots and storm proof coat so mustn't grumble
i discover a size three plastic football ( kids soccer ) and i kick it towards a tree
it bounces off with a satisfying thump
i feel smugly self-important, ( to paraphrase lucy from ponty, more like wayne rooney than george clooney )
however, my second attempt misses by about twenty feet and i slink away furtively
but i hide the ball beneath a fallen tree trunk with the intention of regaining champions' form before the new year
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
doll smallridge
Sunday, December 18, 2011
the lover's complaint ...
when intelligent extra-terrestrial life-forms eventually re-discover our dead planet and break open my mausoleum and reverently unlock my secret diaries, their lexicographers will ponder with some incredulity on the regularity of the compulsory hoovering in my brief and tragic existence, and they may even feel it is necessary to re-define the meaning of the word “suffering” for the ninety-ninth century
double dyslexia
i stand on the threshold of a shop with a clear glass door
on the inside of the door they have stencilled the word PULL in block capitals, at eye level just above the door handle
i read the word in reverse, and then pull
nothing
the girl behind the counter gestures incomprehensibly
eventually the embarrassing truth dawns
the girl behind the counter says lot's of people do that
on the inside of the door they have stencilled the word PULL in block capitals, at eye level just above the door handle
i read the word in reverse, and then pull
nothing
the girl behind the counter gestures incomprehensibly
eventually the embarrassing truth dawns
the girl behind the counter says lot's of people do that
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
sadeler's engraving of an allegory on death, portraying his friends bartholomaeus spranger and the recently deceased frau spranger ( christina muller ), in whose home sadeler had lodged
i had wanted to know more about spranger's bizarre paintings to begin with, but something intrigued and mystified me about sadeler's technique, and then i learned that he had engraved some of durer's drawings, long after durer's lifetime, works with which i had long been familiar ... and then, just to annoy me, i spotted the name of another sadeler family member in the lower right corner of this engraving ... so i was still flummoxed, and none the wiser, for a while ... was this engraving from a drawing by spranger ?
ah, here seems to be an answer to my question ! yes ! but thanks to sadeler it seems uncharacteristic because it lacks spranger's usual extravagant mannerisms and lurid colours
http://www.evbaeyer.com/pages/catalogues/sadeler.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sadeler_family
http://www.britishmuseum.org/pdf/4%20Durer%20Model1.pdf
ah, here seems to be an answer to my question ! yes ! but thanks to sadeler it seems uncharacteristic because it lacks spranger's usual extravagant mannerisms and lurid colours
http://www.evbaeyer.com/pages/catalogues/sadeler.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sadeler_family
http://www.britishmuseum.org/pdf/4%20Durer%20Model1.pdf
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