Author: penwithlit
Freelance writer and radio presenter
The Serpentine Pot, 1938
A Colourful Vivaldi Concerto
From Brooklyn to Long Island

In Munich coming out of the U bahn,
past the notice about the Putsch,
a magnificent sheathed building appeared.
On the white coverall an elaborate printed design so
passersbuy might see the final construction
the architecture already inspiring.
Lloyd’s Bank, Penzance has looked shabby and shrouded for weeks.
The overall possibly reminding
pedestrians of the Bibby Stockholm.
Game On meets Auntie May in the advertising.
Rather a “temple” of Mammon, a monument to cut price aesthetics
and ponder the paradox.
Has anything been learnt in one hundred and one years.
Meeting “Mrs Miniver”

I’ve let two months go by without sharing a single thing here, which is very much unlike me. And there have been things to share, like fresh translations of Vernon Duke in Arc and of Julia Nemirovskaya in The Queens Review, as well as news about other projects, like my completion of Alexander Voloshin’s mock […]
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