The battle raged over Clapham Common
I've wondered why the odd combinations are worth the laugh, the shout. I've come back to thinking they are. Everything races by, and in...
A moment for another
More peace. But I feel tremendous loss in moments. Beauty lost and found in the mists, as if projected and dimmed in a grande lumiere....
Heroes of London
The V&A now documents this all as history, part of our culture, when it started (indeed like most world-changing art) as arrogant,...
The lily grows in muddy water
More peace, but the depth is making a hollow, reverberating clang. And inside there is till, there must be beauty that cries out. When we...
Coming to terms with it
One can't be angry forever. Or for weeks at a time. I suppose that is up to others, and the rest of us have to respond with something...
And Well I Should Be....
Things I called my visions of the inner eye were just the neurosis of the bombardment of grains of sand, annoyed by wind and bluster....
