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, June 23, 2005
surprised at sunrise
a garrulous extrovert stopped me as i cycled to work through her neighbourhood and quickly asked twenty questions about my reasons for cycling by the river, living in london, not doing what my talents fit me for, etc ... and she took my photograph ... then, as the conversation was ending, because i still had to get to work, an early ray of sunshine illuminated her for this impromptu portrait
never say never
surely its time that a new use was found for the tower of london ... i know, what about a casino ?
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
obsessions
i'll have to keep visiting the peace pagoda in battersea park and the ancient yew in kent until i can get one picture of each that says exactly what they are, & in the meantime you'll have to forgive me for today's notquitegoodenoughs
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
two kinds of blue
a field of linseed in the early light zapped my visual cortex into quivering hysterics !
and then in brighton the sea was blue, and readers, i swam !
and then in brighton the sea was blue, and readers, i swam !
Monday, June 20, 2005
soul music
unusually, there were other humans in battersea park this morning before five
two monks were chanting a mantra and beating a drum just as the sun had risen
as they circled the great "?stupa?", their song faded and then returned with a resonance that cleaved my heart like a burning spear and i wept for a few moments
partly for the beauty of their harmony, and partly from a sense that they existed in a oneness with beauty that i might not achieve
two monks were chanting a mantra and beating a drum just as the sun had risen
as they circled the great "?stupa?", their song faded and then returned with a resonance that cleaved my heart like a burning spear and i wept for a few moments
partly for the beauty of their harmony, and partly from a sense that they existed in a oneness with beauty that i might not achieve
Saturday, June 18, 2005
a good day and a bad day
i went for a wonderful bike ride in the hush of a perfect summer morning, crossing putney bridge to fulham and exploring the thames path up to the next wonderful bridge at hammersmith, and back through the quiet meadows of barnes common ... then, back in putney someone nicked my bike ... i've bought another, with a bigger lock ... and its safe to say i was traumatised ... for five minutes ... and my credit card will traumatised for months
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)