Day 264
Speaking of handwriting, as I was yesterday, I have today finally started Book IV of this year’s journal, which is about right, as there’s just over a quarter of the… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Speaking of handwriting, as I was yesterday, I have today finally started Book IV of this year’s journal, which is about right, as there’s just over a quarter of the… Continue Reading
Back to normal again today, finally, at least on the radio. I decided it was fine, sitting in for Marty, to play some loud sweary stuff, and to play some… Continue Reading
THE COUNTRY FALLS The country falls Silent. Christmas Day On a Monday In September. The nation mourns The hundreds of thousands Dead from covid, The excess deaths caused By underfunding… Continue Reading
I am today mostly bereft of words. A and I are just back from the final match of the cricket season at Stradbroke, and stayed for Presentation Evening afterwards. Seeing… Continue Reading
M and I drove down to South Norfolk today to see L&F who are over from Belgium with their 10-week-old daughter, B. Cue broodiness, from me, as always when babies… Continue Reading
our heat our heat escapes us so quickly here the gone the ice returns and burns instead a contradiction like everything and we say life wasn’t meant to be easy… Continue Reading
Another fragmentary. This year’s blog now has over 266k words. Quite remarkable. I really didn’t think it would accumulate words so quickly and massively. Just goes to show how many… Continue Reading
cupping the body the land stretched out an atlas to her fingers ley lines running every way which she can trace and understand the signal blocked here there and there… Continue Reading
funereal procedures protocols rituals protests placards arrests public grief private secrets practiced masks peaceful objections criminalised orders servants uniforms divine proclamation tyranny subservience assumed required rising against rites worship imposed… Continue Reading