The Dog in the Dreamhouse…
Just some nonsense inspired by a sleeping dog… Continue reading The Dog in the Dreamhouse…
Just some nonsense inspired by a sleeping dog… Continue reading The Dog in the Dreamhouse…
My brother loved Kate Bush. I remember the first album, The Kick Inside, arriving in our house sometime in March 1978, and no older than the decade itself, for the next few years I was fascinated, confused and enlightened by a stream of images and lyrics that drifted round the house like an intoxicating mist. … Continue reading Sky Lady – Kate Bush and Nick Price
Photos taken on holiday around Aran Fawddwy in Wales. The inside of the farm outbuilding looked like a scene from the last century, not ours – I didn’t see how a book that looked pre-war would still be sat there, as dry and clean as if it was on a kitchen table, twined with a … Continue reading Survivors
He went, like one that hath been stunne’d And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn. Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner Here’s a small cinematic gem of a music video – an autumn afternoon of pale sunlight, the air perhaps smoky with bonfires, … Continue reading The easy listening sounds of Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I love H E Bates. His short stories are perfect examples of drowsy, bee-filled summers or glowing winter afternoons, and full of bittersweet melancholia not unlike Hardy shorn of some melodrama. Incredibly prolific and versatile (which, along with The Darling Buds of May is probably a reason why he’s not allowed to be admitted as … Continue reading H E Bates and the paperback cover
And then they took the flowers of the oak, and the flowers of the broom, and the flowers of the meadowsweet, and from those they called forth the fairest maiden that mortal ever saw, and baptised her with the baptism of that time, and named her Blodeuwedd. Blodeuwedd was made thus for Lleu, ‘a man … Continue reading Blodeuwedd (Flower Face) from The Mabinogion
One man’s junk is another man’s treasure, and London is a hunting ground for the unlikely. …says the text on this poster, and I see a London of 1965 – in that slightly barking way in which we feel we know the decades before our own existence. Anyway, this London street is thronged with vehicles … Continue reading Street Markets by Martina Selway, London Transport Poster, 1965
Penelope Farmer is best known for Charlotte Sometimes, a book that inspired The Cure to dawdle gothick chords around it for a song of the same name. (They also wandered a Victorian boarding school in the video, with the curious vacant malaise most of us only get in Morrisons, but which early 80s popstars mustered … Continue reading A Castle of Bone