It is a matter of recognition, of something older. Perhaps cliff edges. Bridges frighten me. I feel a strong urge to jump.
©RobCullen2017
It is a matter of recognition, of something older. Perhaps cliff edges. Bridges frighten me. I feel a strong urge to jump.
©RobCullen2017
Give me Arabica – Kenya AA or Ethiopian Harrar preferred.
On the last coffee – Harrar – no wonder Arthur Rimbaud lingered so long in Harrar. I have my New Directions 1961 copy of A Season in Hell in front of me.
The untold stories of men who had been sectioned to “lunatic” asylums and then forced from their hospital beds to enlist in the British Army in the First World War.
Letters to The Times 29th February 1917.
The late Sean Hughes spoke about his experience of school bullying and being called “The Thick One”. God how those ugly meaningless words can continue to torment into the present!
WHO is LIUXIA?
“I’d like to thank God for fucking up my life. And at the same time not existing. Quite a special skill.”
Sean Hughes a specialist in his own right.
Died Monday 16th October 2017.