Archive for November, 2019

Tuesday, November 12th, 2019

 

Ah! The pirates!
We applied but lacked the necessary qualifications –
Oh! The sea! It means so much!

Monday, November 11th, 2019

 

Spelunker
Fenestra – an easel
Depiction of the open air (Space)

Sunday, November 10th, 2019

 

I can’t think of anything. Talk amongst yourselves. I’m going to vacuum . . .

Saturday, November 9th, 2019

 

We remain together under moon and sun
Let the days be what they will
(after the Chinese of 王勃)

Friday, November 8th, 2019

 

Miles mean nothing, we are so close
(after the Chinese of 王勃)

Thursday, November 7th, 2019

 

The llama
In snow
Remaining hinged – The sloth
Experiences
A moment of inertia

Wednesday, November 6th, 2019

 

‘Oh no,’ said the man with short legs, ‘I don’t believe in being anything. If only people would stop trying to be things. What can they be, after all, beyond what they already are – or would be if I believed they were anything?’
                                                                         — Mervyn Peake, Gormenghast, Chapter 13

Tuesday, November 5th, 2019

 

I’m a little bit damp today
I’m going to be difficult to light
I’m nothing if not on fire

Monday, November 4th, 2019

 

Yes, by all means, I will be happy to let you have a copy of my new work of genius.
Meet me behind the Co-op at 11 with the dosh. Don’t bring Coco. She’s a distraction.

Sunday, November 3rd, 2019

 

A new piece for 2 pianos and a donkey shows promise
But the donkey has a tendency to bray off key