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the artist is peter brookes ... a studious and affectionate pastiche of thomas bewick
Friday, August 15, 2008
semi-enigmatic dreams
In the last week I’ve had a number of dreams that involved anger and confrontation.
This naturally follows a real-life verbal confrontation which took place at work and created some difficulties, but has since been resolved to everyone’s satisfaction.
In last night’s dream I was irritated by the inability of a young neighbour to control his pet, the size of a large dog, which kept chasing and annoying everyone. The surreal part of the dream was that the pet was a long-haired, pale lilac coloured, tarantula.
I now realize that my dream has a simple two-part explanation.
On most days, a young neighbour exercises three pit-bulls on the green outside our window without the slightest possibility of being able to restrain them if the need should arise; and there was a photograph in the news this week, taken from a BBC wildlife film, of an enormous and hairy bird-eating spider sitting comfortably on the palm of a man’s hand.
But where, oh where, did my spider’s long lilac coloured hair come from ?
Ah ! Maybe it was a snatch of thirty year-old sports footage I’d seen on a friend’s TV one day, showing the balletic wrestler, Adrian Street, in combat on an afternoon when his golden hair had been coloured purple to match his frilly and sequinned purple velvet dressing gown.
It has to be said that the egomaniac Adrian was a brilliant wrestler, so brave and quick that comparisons with pit-bulls and tarantulas seem entirely appropriate.
Now that the Olympics has gone professional, they might as well introduce Saturday Afternoon Wrestling as a medal sport, in line with dressage and synchronized swimming.
http://www.bizarebazzar.com/pedigree.htm
This naturally follows a real-life verbal confrontation which took place at work and created some difficulties, but has since been resolved to everyone’s satisfaction.
In last night’s dream I was irritated by the inability of a young neighbour to control his pet, the size of a large dog, which kept chasing and annoying everyone. The surreal part of the dream was that the pet was a long-haired, pale lilac coloured, tarantula.
I now realize that my dream has a simple two-part explanation.
On most days, a young neighbour exercises three pit-bulls on the green outside our window without the slightest possibility of being able to restrain them if the need should arise; and there was a photograph in the news this week, taken from a BBC wildlife film, of an enormous and hairy bird-eating spider sitting comfortably on the palm of a man’s hand.
But where, oh where, did my spider’s long lilac coloured hair come from ?
Ah ! Maybe it was a snatch of thirty year-old sports footage I’d seen on a friend’s TV one day, showing the balletic wrestler, Adrian Street, in combat on an afternoon when his golden hair had been coloured purple to match his frilly and sequinned purple velvet dressing gown.
It has to be said that the egomaniac Adrian was a brilliant wrestler, so brave and quick that comparisons with pit-bulls and tarantulas seem entirely appropriate.
Now that the Olympics has gone professional, they might as well introduce Saturday Afternoon Wrestling as a medal sport, in line with dressage and synchronized swimming.
http://www.bizarebazzar.com/pedigree.htm
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
professor esoterica conjectures ... was paolozzi's vision subliminally referencing a fatal incident in graceland ?
editor's footnote:
the professor had just come from boots the chemist ... having forked out £19.99 for some reading glasses in order to get a clear view of the minutae on display in the british library's magnificent ramayana exhibition ... and he he will be returning to the library for a third "peek"
Sunday, August 10, 2008
an early birthday present to myself
the plan is to read the whole thing before i am sixty ... then i can brush this master of padding ... who knocks joyce in to a battered trilby ... under the carpet for once and for all
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Friday, August 08, 2008
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
eclectic's corner ... a delightful homage to gustave courbet on crowborough hill
and there is always this gem ... peter blake's "the meeting, or have a nice day, mr. hockney"
right to left ... howard hodgkin ?, peter blake, david hockney, daisy blake
and if you haven't yet been to venice beach ... there's still time
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Monday, August 04, 2008
a handful of dust
After a life-time of hoovering,
... I am now reasonably certain that most household dust is of a feminine origin
… because nothing derived from the male could be so fine and fluffy
… ennit ?
... I am now reasonably certain that most household dust is of a feminine origin
… because nothing derived from the male could be so fine and fluffy
… ennit ?
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