Thursday, February 14, 2008

Future's past


I have a Vision of The Future, chum,
The workers' flats in fields of soya beans
Tower up like silver pencils, score on score

John Betjeman

No more will the wild wind that passes
Return, no more return.

James Joyce

1 comment:

rainbow spike said...

i like the edit of that photo...the steps to the unknowable where stand out.

i remember the original you took.

the words are perfect.