Well I've finally got round to making a s@bst@ck (link in bio). First up, my piece on Christopher Neve's extraordinary book of art criticism Unquiet Landscape -- from last winter's @FoxedQuarterly
'The psychic researcher Arthur Guirdham crossed Otmoor one hot summer day in 1933 and was overcome by the sense of ‘an old evil’ in the ‘grey-green silence of the heavy vegetation.’ On reaching his inn, he collapsed with a nervous illness that prostrated him for days.' Link below
'The psychic researcher Arthur Guirdham crossed Otmoor one hot summer day in 1933 and was overcome by the sense of ‘an old evil’ in the ‘grey-green silence of the heavy vegetation.’ On reaching his inn, he collapsed with a nervous illness that prostrated him for days.' Link below
@tomieinlove@nguyenhdi I think there's a sly humour in quite a lot of Wordsworth, often of a mock heroic kind. In his great essay Hazlitt described W as having a ‘convulsive inclination to laughter about the mouth’.
@HiddenYorkshire Bob Dylan *in 1993*: 'technology to wipe out truth is now available. not everybody can afford it but it's available. when the cost comes down look out!'
@LeandadeLisle Aged about 6, my daughter told me she fancied being a princess when she grew up. I told her that in that case, she would almost certainly have to marry a prince. She seemed a little downcast but then perked up and asked 'Who would I have to marry to be a buildings inspector?'