no words to describe the mass, the danger of it all, the hate that rises. the parallel, the home, the black chair. power house. bone house.
the power house looms ahead. they pray for peace and family, their lovely homes and salary. pigs. work for the people supposedly.
has no hold over me now
clear peripheries, learn to spell curiousity
burnish wax. today a small task
layered in air …
rain falls, black bird calls…
I do not know if it is first edition, is just my book i bought from charity and read it mainly in the back bedroom.
Out of site. The photographs are writers on postcard size prints.
I cannot come on the 27th yet I hope it all goes well.
I think I shall like to be involved with most things as I do not often get to London.
i saw you fallen & photographed you
took you to be stitched yet could not save you nor any of them
it feels natural, without the need to explain. to verbalize the fallen
his small collection comes from concerns with the fallen
. nothing is forced .
only bought for decoration.
sometimes it is good
to stop suddenly beyond
unreasonable doubt. you
may find things you like,
people to inspire you
with paintings, stories
white gowns, gathered.
we are both going to london.
. All is the same there.
I left the stone yet the storms may have moved it a little.
I said hello to your hotel.
Yes the Durley Dene is good with a spa and a wonderful cream some tea oh and chandeliers of course. The other Bournemouth hotel whose name I forget was all mirrored furniture and starchy tablecloths.
Saw two films in the little cinema with a fellow traveler while others sheltered from the storm in the hotel lounge with sandwiches and games.
I avoid private views so a day at home after a quick trip into Dolgellau for the post etc. Hope you have a real good time in Dunoon.
Oh there is a good photography exhibition at Burgh Hall and the cafe is open there too. The library is open in the Queens hall and has stunning views.
A friend showed me her photos of whales up the watter. ..teaching their offspring to hunt. The watter turned red. It is said they swam up to Glasgow where they turned and headed back.
The framers up the back road may be open so one can visit his pet lizard. Have fun.
…hear the geese fly over. it is autumn…
they are overhead here, too.
the window is misted, sky pink
an ink wash day….
is best to
:: it has left me tired ::
adrift, will the sky at last explode, or will this hate
continue pointlessly, for thousand thousands years.
numbers that cannot describe each particle of pain.
each bloody bomb that kills yet again.
it may have left us tired, we are alive to witness.