Apart from the most of it
50 pound candles
Bought in a moment of insanity
And willful forgetting of debts
Then
In a turn up for the books
In a turn up for the books
The stupid fashionable little bag
Paper for god's sake
Paper for god's sake
To carry two heavy candles
Got wet
Broke
Candle glass smashed in the gutter
Whatever Christmas
Candle glass smashed in the gutter
Whatever Christmas
A constant need to drink and make merry
Beautifully sordid
On a massive high
Bill Fontana's Landscape Sculpture With Foghorns has become the constant background noise to my work. With the waves and the odd gull as well it is peaceful and reminiscent of home. But I often imagine what it would seem like to a perfect stranger walking in. Me hunched over some scribbles with this bizarre stuff playing loudly.
In the olden days
one would have popped round with cakes or biscuits or something to say
hello and just check just in case something had happened. We do not live in the olden days.
Euphoria is not tied to sex
Euphoria is not tied to sex
Good to see you steam right ahead, turning life into texts... Liked this one. Already heard the potentioal in your "paper for god's sake" line on fb ;)
ReplyDeleteSometimes the stuff on rain and your lovely little island seem to fall short in conveying the importance and beauty it has for you. But maybe that's just me.