of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and worst by far is emotional blackmail ... the diligent practise of this subtle and ancient art creates a constantly evolving darwinistic moral vacuum in which the brightest new manipulative ideas and stratagems flourish ... and which only you, or i, can fill !
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Friday, November 25, 2005
must see ...
paul fusco's photographic essay for magnum is here ...
http://www.magnuminmotion.com/bitterfruit/player.html
i have nothing to add
http://www.magnuminmotion.com/bitterfruit/player.html
i have nothing to add
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
don't try this at home ...
before either of us had opened our eyes on sunday morning, i said "if you really loved me, you would have already mentioned tea and toast"
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
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Sunday, November 13, 2005
Friday, November 11, 2005
distant thunder
forgetful, i climbed down from the cab on to the gravel drive besides the hotel, just as a distant gun fired at the end of the silence of remembrance
for a full minute i stood in the at-ease position and listened to the breeze coming across the sunlit park to writhe in the dry foliage of the surrounding ash and oak trees
i closed my eyes for a few seconds, the better to listen, and tried to visualize all those millions of innocent people needlessly deprived of that simple pleasure by fatuous war mongers
ten minutes later, at the church a few yards along the track, a solitary man was still standing to attention besides a newly cleaned war memorial
as i drove away, a little old lady came hurrying from the car park carrying a tiny wooden cross
for a full minute i stood in the at-ease position and listened to the breeze coming across the sunlit park to writhe in the dry foliage of the surrounding ash and oak trees
i closed my eyes for a few seconds, the better to listen, and tried to visualize all those millions of innocent people needlessly deprived of that simple pleasure by fatuous war mongers
ten minutes later, at the church a few yards along the track, a solitary man was still standing to attention besides a newly cleaned war memorial
as i drove away, a little old lady came hurrying from the car park carrying a tiny wooden cross
Thursday, November 10, 2005
a little tripod that i can carry in my rucksack
i found a very cheap tripod in asda and can try taking some pictures in the dark during the cycle ride to ( and from ) work
it was a bit windy and cold this morning, so i think i can do better next time
it was a bit windy and cold this morning, so i think i can do better next time
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