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afternoon tea at 4pm posh

first prize. three x five

all persons: third person


the restaurant

three minus five or six

2. the tea

three minus five or six


3. describing the folk next to me

4. too many expectations, the room offering anxieties

5. food came

6. how high can this be, a ceiling at ten feet four




Hospital Name: Herrison Hospital
Previous Names: Dorset (New) County Asylum, Charminster Asylum, Dorset County Mental Hospital
Location: Herrison Road, Charminster, Dorset
Principal Architect: Henry Edward Kendall Junior. George Thomas Hine
Layout: Corridor Plan
Status: Converted to housing
Opened: 1863
Closed: 10th January 1992

:: more notes ::

:: histories ::

there are no internal photographs

there are no photographs with people

only cars

and windows

.bus trip.


is near monkey jump


i pointed it out on the coach

i don’t go there no more

see notes

.Hawfinches in Surrey.

Hawfinches are shy birds, rarely seen. That is what the books say.

Notes in books are black and white, with coloured pictures, often


They come to the gate with walking boots, notebooks and sun hats

in the summer. If they come tall find it hard to negotiate the lower


A country garden.

Roger found things difficult, a sensitive soul standing six feet four. Some

were cut on his advice.

The first negotiation.

The grass banks slip while wet ; safety training kicks in.

Royal Mail. Country Garden.

Those watchers climb the back stone steps to watch the birds. In groups they come

with binoculars.

Ask to see the skull; the big beak.

Second negotiation; two of many.

By my gate it fell.

The hawfinch.

.hen blas.

the work comes different, place to place. Hen Blas is a new situation for me; the new studio.

some things take time, layers form, marks come and go.

new geography has dictated the nature of the paint covering those from years past

i have written that these were painted in 2018, yet may i say started in 1999 in another place, another life.

i can no longer remember all that lays beneath yet know that some of that will always show through

i have submitted them as unfinished, finished for now. the work is ongoing, the adventure with paint and its expression of land and soundscape

.sound 11.


sound one

sound two

i stand near a figure by water; in water

leaded grey seamed as soldered. we stand together, there is no gender, no one mentions it no more


they did in the tate


gigantic genitalia

liking autumn, our fall & liking travelling

i visit winchester today near an old home no longer home. i fear to return there nightmares reccuring

the flat, the trap

the madness

those days i escaped to the sea, gently floating for hours becoming spongy avoiding the need to return until dark, when turning the key opening the door found chaos screaming


in this crypt i find

all is quiet par the dripping in a quickening rhythm ; a storm outside .

water seeps in drips from my clothes pools the floor

feel the rain pour through me scouring pain and it is better this way

i look across; it is taller than me by a foot with head bowed

stands before me silent

i stand before it silent

two of us

just two of us

some may say one of us

dripping settles

i do not know you

i do not know anyone really

only think i do

you cannot know me

secrets never told not to be told




enough to be here in this place of quiet

water rises to its knees while i move higher


a while to think remember you and you and you

all those that left

everyday some one dies. we do not know them all

i have found solitude and like it; have achieved my solo flight a quiet life

hear a noise in the distance turn and walk away

it looks down into its hands


sound two

sound eleven

three hundred and more

.Life Saving.


Felicity quietly enters the water

to drown .

Secretly he had been watching. Dives in to save her.

Pulling her back to shore, her wide mouth screaming.

Sincerely he resuscitates her

wide mouth on wide mouth

Secretly she enjoys it.


Along the meandering line they lay,

fallen the fallen.

No one uses the word ; forbidden (verboten) to forbid

or forget that they were killed.

Does your family talk of it? Incredible secrets. Kill

or be killed.


.twenty hours.

clear faces deny rumour

speculation comes rife

history books packed

stacked among other stories

locked in boxes


thickened scars are evident

evidence of a secret place

though we say we have none

none will know

we shall not tell

note how the fallen have fallen

over there

balance is a quiet thing

you cannot hide

not even here

you are found out