Sunday, April 20, 2008

describe the horoscope, haruspicate, or scry


after i'd eaten this lightly bruised pink lady ...


... and just as the loved one was buttoning up her jacket to sally forth ... i aimed a misguided compliment in her direction ... "you're looking very upper class today !" ... a particular sort of look told me that i should have said above, or beyond, rather than upper

Thursday, April 17, 2008

the kiss principle












many years ago, a geordie feller gave me a job in the silicon chip design business
so i was quite surprised when he turned out to be a real high flyer
then he introduced me to his mate, a real live professor from california ... who turned out to be another geordie
the first design principle they taught me was THE KISS PRINCIPLE
... "Keep It Simple, Stupid !"
of course, it turned out to be an aspiration rather than a rule
the universe abhorrs a vacuum and life is the antithesis of simplicity
i dedicate this picture to their laughter ... and to their memory

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

paul schofield ... michelangelo
























check out the late great paul schofield in this one-man play about michelangelo

the wednesday play, frost in florence, by david pownall

http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/arts/afternoon_play.shtml

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Sunday, March 30, 2008

dreaming

… dreamed I was cycling through Kent very early on a warm misty cuckoo morning & passed through a village of huge stone buildings festooned with ornament & coats of arms that might have looked more appropriate in Whitehall or Santiago. Perhaps I was thinking of the venerable public school we deliver cheese to in Tonbridge. The air was filled with birdsong, no human was to be seen or heard, there were masses of laburnum & ivy & virginia creeper everywhere, & families of deer tiptoed daintily on the tops of walls & on every ledge to tear off & feast noisily upon their juicy boughs …

garlic on toast


i used to share a kitchen with a lovely feller named robert stredder who ate garlic as if it were fruit ... there was uproar one sunday morning when i bit into my toast and realized he'd just used my shiny new breadknife to chop his little mountain of garlic