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.
Friday, 16 September 2011
Leningrad 1944
Sunday, 4 September 2011
Thursday, 1 September 2011
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
Saturday, 12 February 2011
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
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