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on Sunday afternoon
A life-time ago, Brian Eno produced a CD that would make full use of that then novel recorded audio formatHe wrote a single track of ambient music that lasted about 80 minutesAmbient music was his name for music designed, as it were, to fill spaces, it was defiantly not muzakHis music was for big places →
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the cool hand of Gillian Anderson…
now here it wasin her graspthe real thingsomething that always seemed magical in its formationconjured from imaginationno longer fantasyconcretethe contrast of firm textureto her soft palma delightto get the most from thesefew precious minutesshe conjured up a suitable tantrasettled herselfaccepting time is relativeand pleasure unquantifiableshe tapped itwith her neatly manicured nailssmiled at its confident rigiditythinking →
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on holiday
delicious prospectof time unconstrained by alarmsof mornings concerned with a different urgencyof late summer’s long shadowswines known only by word of mouthof pillows perfumed by perspirationof laughter and heady sleep~ CLP 06/09/2024 →
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on the field
rare as it now isa day at a cricket matchbut for rain, a treat~n.b. In a full season, a day of rain is to be expected, when one goes infrequently, the poor coincidence of rain with cricket is more disappointing, but still a chance to consider the greatest team sport ever invented…you can keep your →
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on Ukraine
gathering placesare targets for crueltyline up your dead men~n.b. A military parade, of all things. What were the military leaders thinking when they organised this ceremonial event for their precious troops? A new Spion Kop moment, a ‘free hit’ for the ultra-sonic bombardiers of Moscow. CLP 05/09/2024 →
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on friendship
Winning is not asimportant as taking parthappiness of children~ CLP 01/09/2024 →
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on Ukraine
Claim and counter-claimWho knows now what to believe?The death of reason ~ n.b. All we know is innocent people are being killed on a daily basis…to what end? CLP 31/08/2024 →
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on awakening
Avast! She rises fastDemons retreat – leave no traceMoonlit finger nail ~ n.b. So much beauty to savour at dawn. The first birdcall I was aware of today in the city was cry of a buzzard. The finest sliver of the Moon is in the photograph toward the lower-centre-right. CLP 31/08/2024 →
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