Crocheted vintage track mitts—Liberté, égalité, fraternité
Guatemalan San Francisco
Portrait of Sea—selling fresh bread.
‘Nocturne: Die jungen blauen Hirsch’| 2017
‘Ringel, Ringel, Rosen| Schöne Aprikosen,| Veilchen blau, Vergissmeinnicht| Alle kinder setzen sich!’
‘A morning in summer, 1895’| 2017
Soft summer rain
The 26th Annual village walk; Spanish bluebell, wet leaves of Welsh poppy, blue violets, but no forget-me-nots.
Alternative summer calzoncino Adelaide; Albania.
‘Bound round with scald I’ve seen it fixed … I’ve seen the egg shells glitter through.’
Bridget Riley, Arround (1963)
Katherine Towers, Rain
Mackie’s Traditional ice cream … salted sugar popcorn sauce!
Purple shiny hoof oil
The colour blue; and green.
‘With one another | let’s play; so come, O sparrow | who has no mother.’ ( – Issa )
Any confession – and the sacrament of reconciliation
‘… each sky provides / the light for true compassion / Paradise can not hold for long.’
A segment of orange at half time
Joseph Szabo, Almost Grown (Harmony Books, 1978 – see Blogroll)
The Masque of Blackness
The Rosetta space probe’s last shadow; the one cast seconds before it touched down on comet 67P|Churyumov-Gerasimenko and fell silent.
Stefan Zweig, Beware of Pity (Pushkin Press, 2013)
Heather Cassils—Tiresias, 2010
Jean Follain—in Ciaran Carson, From Elsewhere (Chrysanthemums)
Tom Ford Dir., Nocturnal Animals
‘Fiction enables us to grasp reality and at the same time that which is veiled by reality.’ (Marcel Broodthaers)
I sometimes wish … I could join the geese in the sky; fly in their vee to a stubble-field where we would huddle together, rest and sleep for the night.
Franz Marc—Sleeping Deer, 1913
Klaus Nomi—Total Eclipse, 1981
Rose Castile Olive Oil Soapnut Soap (with Superfine pink French clay)
Marcel Broodthaers, Signatures (—shake with their name.)
Ethiopia Konga Grade 1 Yirgacheffe Powder (Spanish galleon)
Graham Fagen, Come into the Garden / And forget about the War (The fir tree speaks: ‘In winter – on Ash Wednesday – I congeal before the Cross and become soap.’)
Flannelette nightshirts (Myxomatosis)
The city breaks up. The voice of the city is ‘cut glass.’
Joseph Kosuth, Five Words in Red Neon (in—Le Diverticule des Félins—the Chamber of the Felines)
Paynes Grey (Grey, the sweetest of colours; even green looks grey here – the trees!)
Secession (One day last week I sent a letter of thanks to the sky with an autumn leaf as a postage stamp.)
Robert Walser, Looking at Pictures (‘Have you seen a woman / Carrying the corpse of autumn? / Have you seen a woman / Rubbing her face on the pavement, / Weaving a dress / With threads of rain? / People / Are burnt-out coals / On the pavement.’ —Adonis)
The face of the city is cold.
A decorative arrangement: green, turquoise, silver, silver, turquoise, silver.
Ethiopian Sidamo Powder
For a long time – wrist and wrist, under the cold tap in the bathroom.
Jane Kenyon, Collected Poems (Graywolf Press, 2007)
Julian of Norwich, Revelations of Divine Love (Oxford University Press, 2015)
Kiomi Cognac Slip-ons
Sweet Heart sweet potatoes
The scale of the wren.
A Peachbrown dairy herd drifts in the same direction across a grey mud in a green field.
Masaba Powder, Uganda
‘Milk Sugar Roobush tea Eggs Peppers Vegetables Garlic Silverfoil tape’
The lost …
And the found