Canola
canola canola over & over fluorescent fields for miles at a time
Ghosts of Rahere, Betjeman – pray for me. The world is too much with us, we cannot just swipe away the pixels and the rot. Christ, I can’t even find a decent coffee at 6am in London.
A nocturne maybe, tinkling in the distance, Or clinking glasses as the bistros fill. Perhaps you looked out over this same view Of the Vieux-Port, with George at your shoulder.
I stroll along the Seine towards the hotel, way lit by gibbous moon cross hatched by vapour trails...
Since Thomas Blood was pardoned by the king for trying to make off with the Crown Jewels, it seems a small imposture to act tourist and cross the Liberties in…
Having heard the tales of Huguenots and Dumas’ fictional Count imprisoned there, we sail from Vieux-Port to Château d’If, that brittle limestone white against the blue.
Where Eden, Caldew and smooth Petteril meet, sits England’s northmost city: Cumbrian Carlisle. The Scottish border’s close; while within reach, The Solway Firth, the Pennines and the Lakes. A border…
Rosen insisted that to understand music in particular, and art and literature in general, one must take a historicist viewpoint, as well as engaging with it on many levels simultaneously.