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On First Visiting the British Museum
On First Visiting The British Museum Apparently it is better now most of the books have gone and cafe smells fill the space with tourists’ clicking tongues but somehow my eyes were tired my melancholy mood went on as Chinese … Continue reading
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From Notes on Shanti Pahdi
From Notes by Shanti Padhi or ‘The Kitchen’ Blinded by lust and sin I let the devil in and we had tea and biscuits and of poetry we talked and flowers in the spring and St.Augustine with his pride and … Continue reading
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From Garnier to Selimus
From Garnier to Selimus In every land in every time a man stamps foot on dirt saying: it was not thus before and yet that Saturnian age or Golden time that Ephesus before St.Paul the streets of London clean with … Continue reading
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For those unemployed Men Wot Dont know
For Those Unemployed Men Wot Don’t Know When the day begins and i arise knowing not what things will be the various mechanicals of empirical science a necessary tumour on the brain for this our animal existence the purpose of … Continue reading
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