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My current rented roof is beyond Hadrian’s wall & the north sea rattles the window. I hum the vague melody and pocket paper and treasure found in the street. I’m counting every magpie, of which, last tally, there were 10.
Here are a few of my favourite things:
Filling up notebooks and scissoring ‘zines.
Pasta and ginger and broccoli (steamed).
Laughter, to-do lists and handwritten mail.
My Brompton, Nabokov, wild camping, Lou Reed.
Watering the houseplants, lighthouses, hiking and dreams.
Patti Smith’s ‘Horses’ & four-track recording.
Dylan, charity shops and cheese.
Tall stories, blueberries, being alcohol free.
Frances Bellerby & Eno & tea.
The moon, low tide, Rob Pollard, Berlin.
Walt Whitman and Seinfeld, long baths and The Fall.
Scrambled eggs, slim women, Peter Cook and my friends.
And, of course, when Bowie had English teeth.
The truth, I find, is in the margins.
This, I hope, goes some way toward an introduction > Dead Fox In Mid Seventies.
Have a nose around & please follow.
See you again soon.