Imaginary Garden with Real Toads .
I was about to...
when this orange glow
throwing dark blue shadows,
lit the bridge.
The further bank
was radiating yellow,
so I turned back,
content with my dull world
its comfort and security
for glitz and glamour,
of spectral gaudiness?
The moon petals the sea. Rose petals the sea. Stone sea. Stone petals. Rose petals of stone. Stone rising before me. Sea moves. How moves...
It all depends, you see, how you go about it. And that I cannot tell you, for that will be dictated by you and by you knowing your friends...
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Tom Lubbock, writing in The Independent (friday 15 May 2009) returned to the age old topic of censorship in the arts. Well, in painting act...
This post has in a sense been handed to me by two or three responses to my post On not getting it. In the course of discussing how a reade...