This month we’re pleased to present a guest post by a friend of this blog, Charles Swain. We hope you’ll agree that Charlie’s photographic essay provides some stunning images and impressions of a recent visit to an abandoned industrial town … Continue reading
Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kiss’d it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream.” A … Continue reading
In the end it all gets back to land. Looking back, I see that a link that runs through my life concerns the right to land and property on it. Shared out equally, there would be a couple of … Continue reading
Low tide. bright sunshine and a bracing wind from the west – a perfect morning to walk over the sands to Hilbre in the Dee estuary. Something about the angle of the light at this time of year seems to … Continue reading
This past month Psychogeographic Review has been reading: ‘Wide Sargasso Sea’ – Jean Rhys ‘London: City of Disappearances’ – Iain Sinclair (Ed.) ‘Pavane’ – Keith Roberts ‘Erewhon’ – Samuel Butler ‘The Owl Service’ – … Continue reading
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Whilst sorting through my late father-in-law’s photographic equipment recently, I found a number of files of studies he had made of the ever-changing skies of Devon and Cornwall. He had lived with very bad health in his later years and this prevented him … Continue reading
One March afternoon I climbed over the fence which divides my neighbour’s land from mine, and walked on his farm as though it were my own. I looked on it, not in a jealously possessive way, but simply as I … Continue reading
This past month Psychogeographic Review has been reading: ‘Selected Essays’ – Virginia Woolf ‘Rodinsky’s Room’ – Rachel Lichtenstein & Iain Sinclair ‘Underground’ – Tobias Hill ‘England All Over’ – Joseph Gallivan ‘The Great God … Continue reading
Walking along my favourite local route. An old railway track – post-industrial, abandoned and overgrown, but still indelibly human-made. Cutting and bridge, a levelled track-bed. And when I dream I dream I can fly. The track passes under a busy … Continue reading
Until relatively recently, women have been noticeable only by their absence from the tradition of Anglo-American high modernism. T.S. Eliot, Ezra Pound, Joseph Conrad, D.H. Lawrence and W.B. Yeats – these are the names which have dominated the English … Continue reading
