to prince's ...

.. where i encounter one of ponty's most magnificent old boilers !

its a traditional welsh unicorn trap, mr spock ...

... they used to bait them with maidens back in the day


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

are we adrift in some kind of time warp, scottie ? or have we strayed in to an unfolding alternative universe, spock ? .... the federation's clear-desk policy clearly isn't holding

i've been reading about all the methane in the farts of the herbivorous dinosaurs ... but what about the stench from the carnivores' ?

shadow self-portait ... anyone might think it was the mayor of london creeping ...

"The Trap" 

The first night that the monster lurched
Out of the forest on all fours
He saw its shadow in his dream
Circle the house, as though it searched
For one it loved or hated. Claws
On gravel and a rabbit's scream
ripped the fabric of his dream. 

Waking between dark and dawn 
And sodden sheets. His reason quelled
The shadow and the nightmare sound.
The second night it crossed the lawn
A brute voice in the darkness yelled.
He struggled up, woke raving, found
His wallflowers trampled to the ground. 

When rook wings beckoned the shadows back
He took his rifle down, and stood
All night against the leaded glass.
The moon ticked round. He saw the black
Elm-skeletons in the doomsday wood.
The sailing and the failing stars
And red coals dropping between bars. 

The third night such a putrid breath
Fouled, flared his nostrils, that he turned,
Turned, but could not lift, his head.
A coverlet as thick as death
Oppressed him: he crawled out: discerned
Across the door his watchdog, dead.
"Build a trap," the neighbours said. 

All that day he built his trap
With metal jaws and a spring as thick
As the neck of a man. One touch
Triggered the hanging teeth: jump, snap,
And lightning guillotined the stick
Thrust in its throat. With gun and torch
He set his engine in the porch. 

The fourth night in their beds appalled
His neighbors heard the hunting roar
Mount, mount to an exultant shriek.
At daybreak timidly they called
His name, climbed through the splintered door
And found him sprawling in the wreck,
Naked...with a severed neck. 

~ Jon Stallworthy

seen through a glass, darkly ...

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

revised travel plans

the blessèd tom denny at malvern priory ... i haven't been there yet, these pics from flickr are by Aidan McRae Thomson

there is an article about tom denny with an interview by ann wroe, the author of that wonderful book about orpheus ...

http://moreintelligentlife.com/content/arts/ann-wroe/alive-and-glowing

tom denny

i think i might spend a little of next week's holiday tracking down some of tom denny's windows

http://www.moreintelligentlife.co.uk/content/arts/ann-wroe/alive-and-glowing?page=0%2C0

maurice sendak has left the planet

the loved one and i like to pop out some evenings ...

... when she can decide what to wear !

dear diary ...

i haven't bothered to get my hair cut for ages so i'm beginning to look like a mad professor

and i desperately need an emergency make-over

maybe i could apply for an improvement grant from the national lottery foundation

heaven knows they owe me !

i might check out the scurrilous rumours about the down-market clientele when i'm on my way from london to carmarthen next week ...

if there is a god, and so when i get to heaven, then i shall walk straight up and demand to know why he never gave me hair like jean gabin or jean marais ?

leave 'em out ... ida lupino and michelle morgan have nothing to do with the argument

deux huiles de noix

a nice introduction to welsh painters

http://mubi.com/lists/kenjis-welsh-art-gallery

curt note for the ponty word-police ... now get up on those tables and dance 'til you drop !

ref:

"... words are like a certain person ... can't say what they mean, don't mean what they say ... "

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=blBDWv1y7_g

is it one of ours ? i haven't heard a siren ...

apropos de nuffinque ... here is remedios varo's last painting

i speculate ( because i don't know ) whether this painting conceals multiple layers of ambiguity ... but the question of concealment doesn't matter to much because, even when not intended, the ambiguities are still suggested

a quote from a confidential consultation ...

before being prescribed a daily dose of aspirin and statins for obvious reasons ...

"i eat all the right kinds of food ... its just that i supplement them with all the wrong kinds !"