Posts Tagged: Theo Marzials

Nocturne

“His long firm hands on the music lingered, and stray’d/Longingly, lovingly—I— (did he know I was by ?)/I sat in the shade…”

Nocturne

“His long firm hands on the music lingered, and stray’d/Longingly, lovingly—I— (did he know I was by ?)/I sat in the shade…”

Strange Flowers guide to London: part 1

There are infinite ways to dissect London, endless psychogeographical narratives which can be overlaid on the city’s map. This is an account of absence as much as presence, but let’s think of it as a stroll which gives us a chance to chat about our favourite freaks.

Strange Flowers guide to London: part 1

There are infinite ways to dissect London, endless psychogeographical narratives which can be overlaid on the city’s map. This is an account of absence as much as presence, but let’s think of it as a stroll which gives us a chance to chat about our favourite freaks.

Flop, plop.

A Tragedy, some think, is the worst poem ever written. Certainly the words “Flop, plop” seem somehow unequal to the theme of accidental death. But the worst poem ever? Please, Jewel could write worse crap than this before breakfast.

Flop, plop.

A Tragedy, some think, is the worst poem ever written. Certainly the words “Flop, plop” seem somehow unequal to the theme of accidental death. But the worst poem ever? Please, Jewel could write worse crap than this before breakfast.