e x p e r i e n c e (d)
The following account of Dr Arthur Brock (1879-1947) is from this paper by David Cantor:
From Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov. The ‘epic poem’ of S H A D E immediately follows . . .
From the bank of the river Tweed looking towards Abbotsford I wrote a poem. A poem to my faither. A branch of an old tree was my seat.
Crawford has been our dear neighbour for almost two decades. We are so fortunate to live next door to him in a house that architecturally mirror’s his. Crawford is retired … Continue reading our dear neighbour
“Meet you at the statue in an hour” is the closing line of the song ‘Piazza, New York Catcher’ by Belle and Sebastian. This line is repeated twice. … Continue reading statues
the Borders: village after village, town after town, warning lights flash advising: “CAUTION CHILDREN” [an important safety message] East, west, North and South you will never come across a sign … Continue reading in every direction from
[photographed opposite Balgreen, Edinburgh, Friday 14th June 2019]
No life can be fully written in any book. Perhaps you feel a little of what cannot be shared.