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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 34

In Liverpool, I beheld long China walls of masonry; vast piers of stone; and a succession of granite-rimmed docks, completely enclosed, and many of them communicating, which almost recalled to mind the great American chain of lakes: Ontario, Erie, St. … Continue reading

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 33

I was lucky, I am lucky. I came bursting out of the water and into the light with a great gasp, a loud heaving that you’d have thought people on the river bank would have been able to hear. There … Continue reading

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 32

The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and … Continue reading

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 31

The old river in its broad reach rested unruffled at the decline of day, after ages of good service done to the race that peopled its banks, spread out in the tranquil dignity of a water way leading to the … Continue reading

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 30

The black stream is a ley-line whose energies have become stagnant through neglect, or negative through misuse. Aidan Andrew Dun – Vale Royal (Notes)     Thirty days since the lockdown began: a whole month, and still no end in … Continue reading

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 29

I re-read Alice Oswald’s poem, Hymn to Iris, yesterday. I first encountered it in her 2005 collection Woods etc. I recalled it as a poem of fatalistic despair. But reading it again this week, in these days dominated by an … Continue reading

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 28

And a few of them had taken to the river, as if they had grown to distrust even the dry land itself. These were the purest surviving strain of Indian and they lived secret, esoteric lives, forgotten, unnoticed. Angela Carter … Continue reading

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 27

All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was. Writers are like that: remembering where we were, what valley we ran through, what the banks were like, the light that was there … Continue reading

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 26

I didn’t put on my hat even though it’s cold as forever and the hat’s right there in my bag at the bottom. My mascara came away in the night and for that hat to look any good requires a … Continue reading

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 25

Flow on, ye lays so loved, so fair, On to Oblivion’s ocean flow! May no rapt boy recall you e’er, No maiden in her beauty’s glow! My love alone was then your theme, But now she scorns my passion true. … Continue reading

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