Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
newdigate church
the design and quality of the lettering on this little brass memorial are exemplary and i am delighted and puzzled by the contradiction in the last sentence
it says "she died" ... "& expecteth a blessed resurection", implying perhaps, that she is only sleeping patiently in her grave
i wish it had told us more about the person
if she still loiters here then i doubt that she will be feeling patient ... the victorians restored the church in 1877 and any graves and memorials that might be her contemporaries have been tidied away for ever
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
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
Monday, October 20, 2008
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 ...
"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 ...
Friday, October 17, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
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 ...
Thursday, October 09, 2008
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