A provincial hack's commonplace book
Inversion
"The sort of dream out of which stuff is made." -- Paul Durcan, 'Mr and Mrs Andrews', from Give Me Your Hand.
[Give Me Your Hand, by Paul Durcan, Macmillan, 1994. Poems facing pictures from the National Gallery. Both visually acute -- yes, Mr and Mrs A are "in the Suffolk desert" -- and pleasingly tangential.]
Labels: Quotation
The image at the top of this sidebar is a bronze fountainhead from Cressing Temple, Essex, by Steven Morant. It also happens to be the present blogger, aged 16; he counts himself very lucky to be the sculptor's nephew. The font so poorly used in the blog titlepiece is Underware Unibody 8 Italic; fans of the foundry will be reassured to hear that I'm no relation of theirs.
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