Shall we take the previous minutes as read?
And the hours when morning brightened
To a day in the heart, out of mind, hot
With reckless words and shared heartbeats.
Our secretary sends his apologies, he's
Incapacitated by remorse and melancholia
After that joke that fell flat in the pub.
The first order of business is chemistry,
And Doctor Lezard has supplied the pills.
It's blue for warm and white for cool.
(Do let us know how you get on.)
Plans for the next event are already in hand.
And don't forget your longings and regrets,
Because you'll have the nights all to yourself.
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Thursday, October 30, 2014
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Friday, October 24, 2014
Shaman Uchida summons the genius, conducts not just the orchestra but acts as a lightning conductor bringing the sounds to earth.
When she plays the piano, every note is made to count, even the very rapid twinkling notes that abound. There is never any definition lost.
I love the way at the end when she comes back for her curtain call, the orchestra refuses to stand up as she pleads with them to share the applause, leaving it all for her and she bows to them. Then after she has received a bouquet, she asks them again and they stand up.
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Monday, October 20, 2014
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Saturday, October 11, 2014
|The shutter prised open|
|The door and both windows of the post office smashed|
|The cash machine broken into and the shop ransacked|
Saturday, October 04, 2014
|The Greenwood, Whitton Avenue West|