The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly–and true– But let a Splinter swerve– ‘Twere easier for You– To put a Current back– When Floods have slit the Hills– And scooped a Turnpike for Themselves– And trodden out the Mills– … Continue reading Possession
Trying to make sense of some stuff and, also, have been fretting that I haven’t published a post yet this year, so I thought I’d combine the two. Continue reading Workings Out
I tend to think I’m rubbish at working to someone else’s specifications. That commissions stifle my imagination. But, the only projects I’ve managed to complete, successfully, in the last year or so have all been commissions. All my current self … Continue reading Artist Date 2: A Commission
I am on a lonely road and I am travelling, sang Joni Mitchell in a song I like very much. But her problem could be considered quite the opposite of mine: I’m in a melee and I’m going nowhere. So, … Continue reading An Artist and her Bus Pass
Like everyone, Covid has affected my life in a zillion random ways. While I’ve had the very good fortune not to get sick, I’m somewhat weighted by certain repercussions. No writing classes, for example; I haven’t had a paying job … Continue reading The Artist’s Date
Tuesday 20 July I sit at the window of a kitchen that is mine for the week, like a cat safe in the knowledge its curiosity won’t kill it here. On the table beside me a chicken fajita roll from … Continue reading It’s a Butey!
Where has the time since my last post gone? I wonder if now I’m that old time moves in odd ways; or, rather, the way I experience time has changed? Whatever it is, this post is an attempt at some … Continue reading A Quickie
Thanks to my parents not being able to keep their hands off each other for, preferably, another twenty years, a week ago I became sixty. I’ve known it was going to happen for quite some time, but I still find … Continue reading Stinging Sixties
Tuesday was the anniversary of lockdown, here, and I meant to write this post then. But I had my first jag on Monday and looking at the computer screen gave me a headache. Back to normal now. Though I am … Continue reading Lockdown, One Year On.
Me, digging – pulling silly faces for the camera is easier than trying to look not-hideous these days. Saturday 27 February 2021 The rain has abated and, although you wouldn’t call it warm, the chill has gone. We’ve even had … Continue reading The Dig
Eryl Gasper-Dick, still curious 