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In the sense of being Filled with fright and Anxiety, she was frightful When he saw her Cowering in the corner Of the deserted house, Muck around her face And… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
In the sense of being Filled with fright and Anxiety, she was frightful When he saw her Cowering in the corner Of the deserted house, Muck around her face And… Continue Reading
A newspaper columnist I much admire most of the time, Marina Hyde of The Guardian, has an article in today’s paper plugging her new book (a collection of her past twice-a-week… Continue Reading
The mind is the most cunning weapon we have against ourselves, and we never spend enough ttime to realise that we use it against ourselves constantly. Looking out over the… Continue Reading
If you get the chance to see The Worst Person In The World, go to see it. M, A, and I went to see it yesterday evening, and I thought it… Continue Reading
Night sweats. Weird dreams. Imagining something’s happened which hasn’t actually happened yet. I pondered any number of ways to start this morning. Instead, I have another fragmentary. Or because. As… Continue Reading
Another fragmentary. I’m copyrighting that noun. A miniature daffodil has come out in the garden. I spend too much time writing these posts. My mind is perpetually racing with hat… Continue Reading
Where do they come from? The words? The poems? The stories? The books? From the booze, the fags, the sex, the despair? From happiness, ecstasy, joy and hope? From the… Continue Reading