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Incredibly, you are outside when I finish work. We walk down the street, the leaves on the trees shaking, my body shaking. The moon is orange.
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I spend hours in Richmond park, walking the plains. Sit in the isabella plantation, made of streams and ferns, like a star in the middle of the earth. My love grows in it ( Read more... ) -
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What does it mean, all this love? From inside, the sky is indigo but when we go out and stand on the frontier between us and the next field, it is like an elephant. That exact colour but blacker ( Read more... ) -
I am nature
The spaniel brings me a teddy bear in her mouth. It pours with rain. We are standing in a polytunnel that smells of tubers and dog. God yawns. The crocus bulbs are shooting as we speak, I can hear them ( Read more... ) -
to me it is a prison.*
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I know that these big long canvases are difficult to sell, but later on people will see that there is open air in them and that they are good-humoured. -
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BABY/Paul Dedalus
Baby told Chris to climb inside the old truck tire he strained to hold upright. Chris was small and his body curved to fit the hollow inside the tire. Before he had even settled into place Baby pushed the tire down the rubbled hillside with a railroad track at the bottom. He saw the mistake at once. He had expected it to roll smoothly, a wonderful ( Read more... ) -
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It's true that international students are funny. It's true. But the fact is they all go home in the end. Londoners are boring in comparison but at least after graduation they are still hanging around, you can sit on the pavement outside the Greyhound or the Printer's Arms and never be lonely. They are the kind of friends who laugh at you and trick ( Read more... )
