Friday, 24 May 2024

1967. The Operative Word.

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  We met in the park It was one of those nights The small building was more than quaintly ornamental I am a   bird h...
Monday, 4 March 2024

Life

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Life = a Restitution for Wasted Time Catherine Eisner Photo credit: Stasis and Motion by Rachel Tanugi Ribas   or. . .   Reality is that w...
Thursday, 29 February 2024

“More Out-takes from Ol’ Ameriky” (The Uncollected Songbook Part One.) I know this girl is lyin’

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I know this girl is lyin’ man we know each other well I know this girl is lyin’ man she’s lyin’ in her throat that’s right!  Lord you so rig...
Sunday, 25 February 2024

The Utility of Art as a Social Function according to Heinrich Böll

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Or should that be The Utility of Art at a Social Function ? I think I’ve written all I want to say on the topic of the Non-Utility of Art, ...
Friday, 23 February 2024

Moon. Mirror. Moon.

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                    She woke, was told:  ‘Admit a path remote                     from grief and trace the moon’s bright shaft which cleaves...
Sunday, 7 January 2024

An Émigré Childhood. Opus 42. Southern England 1942.

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          There was a time when skies made shadows of           those great wings that cursed our house a midday dark,               where e...
Sunday, 31 December 2023

Her Left Shoe . . . E.T.A. Hoffmann’s Terrible Projectile of Semiotics

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 New Year’s Eve 2023   ‘Darkness had no effect upon my fancy . . .’ wrote Mary Shelley in   Frankenstein , no doubt recalling the month in...