2nd february 2004
summer somewhere from Tarkovsky's Stalker.
3rd february 2004
they read to each other in public Over at embleton they've become dab hands at the photoessay: the latest, Tourists, is excellent.
4th february 2004
summer somewhere else from Jacques Tati's Vacances de M. Hulot. Tati's reach here reminds me of the maid in Stanley Spencer's Dinner On the Hotel Lawn . . .
5th february 2004
4th January 1872
Sam & I went down to Dulwich by rail to see the picture Gallery at the College. I was delighted with the beautiful picture of Rembrandt's pretty servant girl . . . but the gems of the collection are the two superb Murillos, the two Spanish peasant boys and the Spanish flower girl.
- Francis Kilvert
6th february 2004
7th february 2004
Luna
He's standing in a darkened room
9th february 2004
best value in Dub Sometimes a great notion strikes . . . I'd been wondering for a while what to do with my tiny portion of air miles, which got me a return flight to a not-specially-appetizing selection of Eurocities. Then I remembered that June 16th this year is Bloomsday 100, and where else would you want to be on that day but in Dublin? So the ticket is already booked, and I'll be on the streets early enough for some inner organs, I hope.
11th february 2004
placement In Dačice, in the Czech republic, there's a sculpture of a sugar cube.
12th february 2004
subway map of the month It's Omsk, by the looks of things a commodious and well-laid city*. You could even walk to the airport, perhaps. * Dostoyevsky may have thought otherwise . . .
23rd february 2004
bitten on a bee In the heat of the day to the garden I strode
Seeking calm in the umbrous domain of the toad But there in the shade of a giant cardoon Wide-eyed and perspiring lay Mrs Ravoon. cardoon, n. A composite plant (Cynara Cardunculus), closely allied to the Artichoke; a native of the south of Europe and north of Africa, and cultivated in kitchen-gardens, esp. on the continent*, for the fleshy stalks of the inner leaves, which are made tender by blanching. The latest garden acquisition is in the kitchen-y bit of the bed, looking fine, tall and silvery. It awaits conversion into a tagine ingredient. * O, OED, you parochial prig!
25th february 2004
dreamed of seven forty sevens over geometric farms
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From Boston down to Buzzards Bay
They feed you 'til you want to die
On rhubarb pie, and pumpkin pie, and horrible huckleberry pie . . .
- Hilaire Belloc