Do not go gentle into that good night.Rage, rage against the dying of the light. I am retribution. I like the dark, I dance in the night, I listen to Chopin and read Byron, Poe and Dante by lamplight. Sometimes I laugh out loud. […]
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All The World’s A Stage (part two)
We are such stuffAs dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep. The nightmare of the Brutalists is anything that isn’t made of concrete, has curves and decorations and exists for beauty. Something like this, perhaps. Here is the Cathedral […]
All the world’s a stage
All the world’s a stage,And all the men and women merely players; Who is writing your play and who is directing you? Write your own script and perform it on your own stage, don’t just repeat the lines you’ve been fed by people who […]
Winterlight
Under the darkling empyrean, the sun retreats from winter’s freezing kiss, leaving just a radiance before the pale moon stares down like the unseeing eye of a slaughtered horse. The Oak tree, now in winter sleep, oblivious to the changing days, will wake again […]
A Winter’s Tale
In the quiet squares and gardens of London in winter, the sky is etched by the delicate lacework tracery of plane trees. Here, Georgian terraces stand in stuccoed ranks, pillared porticoes and panelled windows, facades of a more elegant epoch. St Saviour’s waits for […]
Fusion
Out here on the remote eastern edge of England, two thousand years ago the Romans built a fort to defend the entrance to the river Blackwater. When they left, the fort fell into ruins. In 654 St Cedd built a church on the ruined […]
On The Beach, Alone
Between the sea and under stars, storm clouds heavy overhead, distant thunder echoes roll, heaving waves beyond the shore, sand reflecting sun’s last light, on the beach alone tonight, no ships sail by, no birds will fly, alone below the gloaming sky, the distant […]
Illumination 2
Imagine that what you see has never been seen before, imagine that everything is a memory of what began before you looked. Imagine that what you see began as something invisible. Here is a window, it lets in the invisible so we can see […]
Silent Music For The Eyes
The silence of late afternoon is music to the eyes, no bustling crowds or barking dogs just the languid song of birds and bees. From somewhere over rolling hills the silvery chime of a distant bell marks the hour and passing time. Before us […]
Legends of the Land
The Ancient Stones stand silently in quiet places and fields of green, they keep their stories hidden underground, while the rain falls quietly under heavy leaden skies. Across the land a tower stands, its history gone before. The ghosts of men from deep below […]
To Empyrean
The rising of Beatrice towards the light, enveloped by its veil of such radiance within which nothing could be seen. Towards the Paradise unknown, the celestial rose of light so pure, a vision brighter than the stars, defeating eyes, denying sight, to Empyrean she […]
Dark Wings
Above the streets of London the dark wings come home to roost. The freedom to fly is not ours, we are earthbound and heavy, so many eyes cast down in despair. Look up, look up, look above you, watch the sky and look out […]
Nostalghia -зеркало воспоминаний
Mirror of Memories reflecting old light from some forgotten place. Evanescent time. There was a storm outside. Rain lashed the window, wind tormented the writhing sea, the electrified sky was on fire. Here – in this forgotten room – the walls absorbed memories, the […]
