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 !
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
One of my favourites ... by Siegfried Sassoon, yer actual Officer and Gentleman
DECEMBER STILLNESS
December stillness, teach me through your trees
That loom along the west, one with the land,
The veiled evangel of your mysteries.
While nightfall, sad and spacious, on the down
Deepens, and dusk imbues me where I stand,
With grave diminishings of green and brown,
Speak roofless Nature, your instinctive words;
And let me learn your secret from the sky,
Following a flock of steadfast journeying birds
In lone remote migration beating by.
December stillness, crossed by twilight roads,
Teach me to travel far and bear my loads.
December stillness, teach me through your trees
That loom along the west, one with the land,
The veiled evangel of your mysteries.
While nightfall, sad and spacious, on the down
Deepens, and dusk imbues me where I stand,
With grave diminishings of green and brown,
Speak roofless Nature, your instinctive words;
And let me learn your secret from the sky,
Following a flock of steadfast journeying birds
In lone remote migration beating by.
December stillness, crossed by twilight roads,
Teach me to travel far and bear my loads.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
you couldn't make it up ...
i drove past a bus queue on this freezing morning
six of the seven looked rigid and miserable
the seventh was a stout party, about eighteen stone, with a wide and guileless face, dressed in the kind of charity shop clothes from long passed decades that a caring institution might provide
he stood with feet wide apart and bounced up and down, his head thrown back, his right hand using a half-eaten apple as a plectrum for his air guitar
six of the seven looked rigid and miserable
the seventh was a stout party, about eighteen stone, with a wide and guileless face, dressed in the kind of charity shop clothes from long passed decades that a caring institution might provide
he stood with feet wide apart and bounced up and down, his head thrown back, his right hand using a half-eaten apple as a plectrum for his air guitar
Monday, November 28, 2005
you've probably encountered bob ...
some people are tone deaf
some people are colour blind
i don't got religion but i know how to slack
which is why just about anything emanating from the church of the sub-genius will usually make me laugh
http://www.kpfa.org/archives/index.php?arch=11328&page=1&type=
some people are colour blind
i don't got religion but i know how to slack
which is why just about anything emanating from the church of the sub-genius will usually make me laugh
http://www.kpfa.org/archives/index.php?arch=11328&page=1&type=
three big rooms brimming with every kind of emotion
the paula rego exhibition in brighton is a cracker, so i went twice !
http://www.brighton.virtualmuseum.info/exhibitions/paula_rego.asp
http://www.brighton.virtualmuseum.info/exhibitions/paula_rego.asp
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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