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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 33

Posted on 25/04/2020 by Bobby Seal

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

Posted on 24/04/2020 by Bobby Seal

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

Posted on 23/04/2020 by Bobby Seal

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

Posted on 22/04/2020 by Bobby Seal

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

Posted on 21/04/2020 by Bobby Seal

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

Posted on 20/04/2020 by Bobby Seal

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

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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