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Reading Patrick Modiano

‘I have the illusion that all I’d need to do is return to those faraway neighbourhoods to find the people I’ve lost.’  In mining memory and history, the work of the French Nobel laureate Patrick Modiano takes us on journeys Paris, both the Paris of now and the Parises that have existed before.  1,864 more words

GOTHIC UNCANNY(MY HALLWAY);HAUNTOLOGIES AND SPECTRALITIES.A PHOTO ASSEMBLAGE. BY STEVEN BENSON

Stick (spectral)figures

Unknown forebear

Does time ever stop?; ersatz Wagner(Josef Holbrooke original score!)


VORTEX ;the station that was just still open:Liverpool Central High Level; taken c.1971.

Reflecting on Reflections (Cryptic-Cove Park Residency)

Supported by The Substation.

A brief postcard/progress report.

I’ve found myself drawn to the ponds as they reflect the relentless progress of weather across the highland heavens. 170 more words

Ravings

I MEET MY HERO, JEREMY CORBYN(EXPANDED VERSION).I AM HAPPY(YET SAD) BY STEVEN BENSON.

And, so it seemed I emerged from a dark tunnel of 2 months’ anxiety into LIGHT.

The “Village Hall” was, actually, an old gymnasium, redolent of a GDR-style(now) redundant building, with its concrete and steel; wholly functional, with no decoration. 1,098 more words

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

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