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street/library

There is a library I visit which is in the bowels of a big corporate building. You have to go down several flights of stairs, or take the lift, to enter. 1,276 more words

Not Sport

White Winter/Green Winter

White

Hexagon on hexagon.

Jagged planes, symmetric layers,

Death’s protracted season –

Fresh, crisp and pure

You wake long before sunrise –

Wind sears inside and out… 96 more words

Poetry

Finished .... not quite

“I set off to walk the country of Suffolk, in the hope of dispelling the emptiness that takes hold of me whenever I have completed a long stint of work.” Sebald, … 324 more words

Local Places

BLASTED OUT OF TIME.MORE FINALITIES AND REMNANTS. EX FUTURIST AND MAIN ABC(AT NIGHT).PHOTO POST, BY STEVEN BENSON

An evening event in the remains of the main ABC was preceded and followed by observation of the TOTAL deracination of the “Futurist”

The Adelphi (Hotel) sits like the Titanic, waiting to sink, in the backdrop… 95 more words

MONUMENTS?TOXTETH RESERVOIR, BIENNIAL,2016 (AND THE DEFUNCT ENVIRONMENTS IT {TEMPORARILY} RE-INHABITS).RHIWLAS STREET.BY STEVEN BENSON

portal to an underground, hidden world

Blurrings and dark, bright lasars; threads of time(light)

what is sealed up(the basement to the House of Usher?!)

These abandoned, deracinated streets, in Toxteth, bear horrifc witness to the rape that was the aborted “Pathfinder” scheme; painted (intentionally/ironically??) in matt black; beautiful in a derelict fashion; but these were peoples’ lives

MUM AND DADS' MARRIAGE DAY; AND THE DREAM WEAVER.BY STEVEN BENSON.

Through glass, memory, and time: mum and dads’ marriage day, c. 1958

The dream weaver: a skein linking together past, present and future; preserving the past as much as possible via memories and dreams; but also mum watching over me, in spirit, in sleep, so that bad dreams are banished, in an eternal now:)