Thursday 22 September 2011

the high level branch

























In the year 1851, when all that glittering roof was built, in order to exhibit the petty arts of our fashionable luxury carved bedsteads of Vienna, glued toys of Switzerland and gay jewellery from France - in that very year, I say, the greatest pictures of Venetian masters were rotting at Venice in the rain, for want of a roof to cover them, with holes made by cannon shot through their canvas.

the last night on earth























If its the last night on earth i'm flying away with the flamingos   

Friday 16 September 2011

Leningrad 1944

We brought out vodka. We sang, cried and laughed. A great work had ended, impossible deeds had been done. But we also felt confusion. How should we live now?

Sunday 4 September 2011

Wednesday 31 August 2011

Saturday 12 February 2011



Empty. But still here.




Empty. But still here.

Wednesday 2 February 2011

green dream


The emerald lawn. That's all he could remember, it was all he had. Perhaps it was because he had been so drawn to it in the first place, as he found the inch-perfect green beryl carpet deeply satisfying; nature standing to attention. A swirl of emerald, dark green with a greyish hue - this he had, no more.

There was something about the Burgh Island Hotel lawn; at the meticulous and delicate hands of an expert gardener it became a veneration of the dazzling yet orderly geometric lines of the new building.

Running water. Edward's hazy emerald dream came to an abrupt end. A stream of water was flowing from the lavish nickel plated taps of his en-suite bathroom. He raised from his bed - too quick - he was out again; first black, then green.

Sunday 2 January 2011

Tiger


yes i know what you mean when i picked him up
yesterday he done five lots of pooh on the way
home. And when we got in he done it all
over my new carpet so i thought you
had given him something on christmas day
to upset him. Never mind.
Animals do that sometimes. Paul