Dead Flag Blues
Winding my way around the backstreets near Holborn Viaduct I came across a trade entrance to one of the buildings that loomed above me. Read the rest of this entry »
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Putting off what could be done tomorrow, today
February 22, 2018
Strangely Warmed
Walking past the Barbican, towards the City, I came across a plaque. I enjoy these official, and often semi-official, markers of London’s past.
February 21, 2018
The Building Game
While I am out and about I sometimes play a little game for my amusement.
February 20, 2018
Teeming Black Scrawl
Last week I read W.G. Sebald’s A Place In The Country, a collection of essays on his favourite writers. Within I found the beginnings of a roadmap for writing:
January 26, 2018
A beery firmament
As I worked on my review of Dušan Šarotar’s Panorama, I gathered quotations and I gathered reflections, and did my best to marry the two, one supporting the other. It took me back to my school days, my university days too, the point where writing feels more like brickwork than creativity, but generally an exercise where with a bit of thought and sweat you can produce something reasonably sturdy. Read the rest of this entry »
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