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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 27

Posted on 19/04/2020 by Bobby Seal

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

Posted on 18/04/2020 by Bobby Seal

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

Posted on 17/04/2020 by Bobby Seal

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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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 24

Posted on 16/04/2020 by Bobby Seal

Allied to the bottom of the river rather than the surface, by reason of the slime and ooze with which it was covered, and its sodden state, this boat and the two figures in it obviously were doing something that … Continue reading →

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 23

Posted on 15/04/2020 by Bobby Seal

From where they lay, they could watch the lights going by on the river, and Kit – in this darkness – could forget the squalor of the room. Elizabeth Taylor – The Soul of Kindness     Try some kindness. … Continue reading →

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 22

Posted on 14/04/2020 by Bobby Seal

Paradise is a salvage operation, A reckoning of what we desire stretched, Unbroken, from here to infinity, like syrup twisted onto a spoon, lifted up high, tipped to a skeining – a long stitch of sweetness mending the ordinary. Liz … Continue reading →

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 21

Posted on 13/04/2020 by Bobby Seal

By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept . . . Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song, Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long. But at my back in a cold … Continue reading →

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 20

Posted on 12/04/2020 by Bobby Seal

No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow And as long as it does I’ll just sit here And watch the river flow. Bob Dylan – Watching the River Flow From the safety of … Continue reading →

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 19

Posted on 11/04/2020 by Bobby Seal

Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river. Jorge Luis Borges – Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings I’ve worked hard in my locked down vegetable plot this last couple of weeks. I’ve planted out … Continue reading →

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 18

Posted on 10/04/2020 by Bobby Seal

Many ravens flying south. The cattle keep stamping during transport, they are restless. The Rhine seems to me like the Nanay, although there’s absolutely nothing at all that could remind someone of the Nanay. I wish the ferry had taken … Continue reading →

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