in the narrow back yard of sixty-four can be found a kind of life – and some of it is wild. a picture frame to step through - a meridian of glass. it's really such a simple trick. it imbues this view with… wet cutlery and laundry lines. frame within frame over concrete yard. every word from … Continue reading meridian of glass.
a barefoot shuffle did evolve on the blue and orange rug around which, from heel to toe, we did not speak, but listened to side one of beggars banquet. the silent television screen (in the mirror) shows the moon from the window of our room [space] hoo-hoo "tranquility"
Letter to The Times Sir - I cannot abide the slender new volume, The Selected Gush (1880-1910). But, who among us, in all honesty, could say they've never once been smitten by her louche, languid lines of lust (described in this very journal as 'fin de siècle erotica')? No! Neither I! I've annotated her verse … Continue reading The Selected Gush (1880-1910)
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