Tindersticks dad,
Belle and Sebastian mum
At the Brixton Academy
for the Felt reunion
They got their dancing shoes
They got their glad rags on
They hold hands in the dark
Wait for the band to come on
He says “the classics will never die
Like our love will never die
It just cycles in and out
Of...
Alan Garner's big on sentient landscape - the background conceit of Thursbitch is that the titular valley itself is kind of haunted: http://alangarner.atspace.org/votd.html
Who was the most heterosexual mathematician? I'm guessing Galois, who actually managed to get himself killed in a duel over a woman. Then again, duelling is pretty homosexual, so who's to say.
Make it a snow-globe, shakeable from stasis
into a gelid flurry settling
on alpine starkness, moulded plastic firs
deep-set in dandruff, pert within their sphere.
Wobble detection trips a jingle, one
of those old-time tunes you’re just supposed to know -
The Cuckoo Waltz, for sake of argument...
If I could teleport myself to Stoke Newington for an hour then teleport myself home again I'd go, but alas I have not reached that level of astral prowess
Grateful for this autumn rain, suffusing
dampness, the season's gathering itself
lately in; wet grass unmowed, tufting around
a plastic children's slide, a garish rocker.
I put the bins out last thing before bed.
Nature gets on with things, its secret ministries
as Coleridge said a slow work of...
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