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Imaginary Illustrations
x x x x x x x What if one reversed illustration? If the picture came first, and it was up to the viewer to give it a story? A friend points out that this is nothing new. As this … Continue reading
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Tagged Anthony Howell, imaginary illustrations, poems without words, watercolours
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The Vintage to the Dungeon
The Vintage to the Dungeon – a poem by Richard Lovelace I. Sing out, pent soules, sing cheerefully! Care shackles you in liberty: Mirth frees you in captivity. Would you double fetters adde? Else why so sadde? Chorus Besides your … Continue reading
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Tagged poetry, Richard Lovelace, the music of your chains, The Vintage to the Dungeon
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Anatomy of Emptiness
x It is not easy to create emptiness. What should you tip it into? A deserted square, Possibly by moonlight? Time is the perspective Lending it a depth. Here, in an abstracted way, Melancholy toys with metaphysics. Emptiness recalls all … Continue reading
Snap
x I was a war widow’s only child. Her mother was a frightful tease. She would say anything to get a rise Out of my mother or me. A war widow herself, She lived with her house-keeper As my mother … Continue reading
Dinghy
Posted in art, Politics, war
Tagged Anthony Howell, dinghy, immigration, watercolour
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Clemency at White Lodge
x THE SUMMER-HOUSE BURIED BY SNOW x There were girls asleep on the beds, upstairs and down. I was living in the dreams of Paul Delvaux. When they woke up, it was slowly, slowly, and then One hit another on … Continue reading
World War 1 – Charles Fouqueray – artist
I just acquired 9 wonderful prints by Charles Fouqueray – a war artist I had never heard of. Charles Dominique Fouqueray (Le Mans, 23 April 1869 – 28 March 1956) was a French painter. He studied at the École des Beaux Arts in Paris under Alexandre Cabanel and Fernand … Continue reading
My Father and his Motorbike with its Side-car
WILDERNESS ROAD x While seagulls fight for lamp‑posts near the timber stores, Inside the drawer, his folded airmail fades. Behind those bricked-up windows, boarded doors, His motor-bike once led your small parades. x You lost its little rider where the … Continue reading
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Tagged Aley Howell, Eli Rosenbluth, motorbike with sidecar, my father, Naples 45, poetry, war
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