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London Novels – ten favourites from my shelves

Back in May, Faber and Faber reissued Alexander Baron’s brilliant novel The Lowlife, the entertaining, picaresque story of an amiable Jewish charmer trying to get by on his wits in seedy post-war London. The book is a welcome addition to the excellent Faber Editions series, which aims to spotlight rediscovered gems from the publisher’s archive […]

London Novels – ten favourites from my shelves
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Art and Photographic History

John Albert Cooper | CAS

https://contemporaryartsociety.org/artists/john-albert-cooper

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A Garden Of Wilted Flowers

The air hangs heavy in here, emotions swirl like ghosts, untouched and silent. As I enter this graveyard; a forgotten graveyard of gardens, these wilted plants stand solemn sentinel, bringing back memories long buried. Some flowers ache with broken promises, their petals curled like lips that never spoke the truth. Others hang heavy with bonds […]

A Garden Of Wilted Flowers
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Art and Photographic History Literature

Ivan Turgenev | Иван Сергеевич Тургенев

Ivan Turgenev | Иван Сергеевич Тургенев
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The other Mr Bevan

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Portraits of the Wild Life (XXIX) and (XXX) / Photos by Francine Hamelin & Texts by Barbara Auzou | Read she says

https://lireditelle.wordpress.com/2025/07/06/portraits-de-la-vie-sauvageonne-xxix-et-xxx-photos-de-francine-hamelin-textes-de-barbara-auzou/

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Menu d’été / Paella pas à pas…

Menu d’été / Paella pas à pas…
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Walking Bare

I wasn’t made
for straight roads.
My bones remember
bare earth,
the breath before
the leap.

We walk stiff now—
feet wrapped in slaughter
and stolen skin.
Even the ground
pulls away.

But some nights
when the house forgets
to hum,
I move softer—

past walls,
past memory,
into a place
where trees
still whisper.

And for a moment,
I sense them—
my fur and blood,
the wild hunt.
In the back of my throat
a howl rises.

I wasn’t madefor straight roads.My bones rememberbare earth,the breath beforethe leap. We walk stiff now—feet wrapped in slaughterand stolen skin.Even the groundpulls away. But some nightswhen the house forgetsto hum,I move softer— past walls,past memory,into a placewhere treesstill whisper. And for a moment,I sense them—my fur and blood,the wild hunt.In the back of my throata […]

Walking Bare
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Franz Marc: Broken Forms ‹ At Sunnyside – Where Truth and Beauty Meet ‹ Reader — WordPress.com

https://wordpress.com/reader/blogs/138047365/posts/25605

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Portraits de la vie sauvageonne ( XXV ) et ( XXVI ) / Photos de Francine Hamelin & Textes de Barbara Auzou

Et Francine Hamelin c’est ici je te promets de tenir la nuit en échec loin de son prisme têtu avec ma nudité tendre avec mes mots ténus sur ce vent d’altitude rien ne nous semblera plus facile que de faire notre métier de vivant et si nous redescendons un instant ce sera pour le berceau […]

Portraits de la vie sauvageonne ( XXV ) et ( XXVI ) / Photos de Francine Hamelin & Textes de Barbara Auzou