Thursday, October 23, 2008

the goddess of small things has adopted an interloper


do you ever get that feeling that someone is watching you ?

it wasn't just the angel who made me shudder, it was the two green eyes in the shadow beneath the A40 fly-over on Edgware Road

Sunday, October 19, 2008

insomniac photography ... putting down the book to rearrange some familiar treasures

my mother used to have a birthday around this time of the year and, chance being a fine thing, i woke up around three and found this little thought in proust ...

"When we have passed a certain age, the soul of the child that we once were and the souls of the dead from whom we sprang come and shower upon us their riches and their spells, asking to be allowed to contribute to the new emotions which we feel and in which, erasing their former image, we recast them in an original creation. Thus my whole past from my earliest years, and, beyond these, the past of my parents and relations, blended with my impure love for Albertine the tender charm of an affection at once filial and maternal. We have to give hospitality at a certain stage in our lives, to all our relatives who have journeyed so far and gathered round us."

... so then it seemed appropriate to celebrate both proust and sylvia and, as it were, the crossing of their paths in the night ...




Saturday, October 11, 2008

in praise of local colour




Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

Who is already sick and pale with grief

That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.

Friday, October 10, 2008

i'm no good at gardening ... my back hurts ... but my aunt and my daughter and my sister v are all dedicated to the soil






v has recently rented a council allotment in swindon and is studying the neighbouring gardeners in her blog ... do take a look






i did once have a marginal interest in horticulture, viz: the choreography of italian rice planting


... and so on and so forth ...