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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 48

Posted on 10/05/2020 by Bobby Seal

Ema went to the river to wash her baby. She sat on a rock with her feet in the water, beyond the place where the children played. The tepid, roundabout flow wet her skin. She cupped a few drops in … Continue reading →

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 47

Posted on 09/05/2020 by Bobby Seal

Come on, people, come on, children Come on down to the glory river. Gonna wash you up, and wash you down, Gonna lay the devil down, gonna lay that devil down. I got fury in my soul, fury’s gonna take … Continue reading →

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 46

Posted on 08/05/2020 by Bobby Seal

If I were called in To construct a religion I should make use of water. Going to church Would entail a fording To dry, different clothes; My liturgy would employ Images of sousing, A furious devout drench, And I should … Continue reading →

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 45

Posted on 07/05/2020 by Bobby Seal

Can’t hear with bawk of bats, all the liffeying waters of. Ho, talk save us! My foos won’t moos. I feel as old as yonder elm. […] Who were Shem and Shaun the living sons or daughters of? Night now! … Continue reading →

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 44

Posted on 06/05/2020 by Bobby Seal

                    Along the river                            wild sunflowers                     over my … Continue reading →

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 43

Posted on 05/05/2020 by Bobby Seal

Winter brings the sound of water gushing below low points in the suburban streets and shopping parades as the streams that rise on Scarp swell and are channelled beneath Edgware, Pinner or Ruislip and flow towards their confluence with two … Continue reading →

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown Day 42

Posted on 04/05/2020 by Bobby Seal

Old Ford, out of Fish Island, was a numinous locale in London’s deep-topography: the crossing place of the River Lea – which was once a major obstacle, a much broader stream. Here was a border between cultures, between Vikings and … Continue reading →

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 41

Posted on 03/05/2020 by Bobby Seal

The Clitterhouse Brook gushed from a concrete pipe and flowed beneath the North Circular to make its confluence with the River Brent on the far side of the road near Brent Cross Shopping Centre. It was a majestic sight to … Continue reading →

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 40

Posted on 02/05/2020 by Bobby Seal

Dirty old river, must you keep rolling Flowing into the night? People so busy, make me feel dizzy Taxi light shines so bright. Ray Davies – Waterloo Sunset The Thames now is a whole lot cleaner than when Ray Davies … Continue reading →

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 39

Posted on 01/05/2020 by Bobby Seal

Even the anatomy of a river was laid bare. Not far downstream was a dry channel where the river had run once, and part of the way to come to know a thing is through its death. But years ago … Continue reading →

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