Dark, nebulous, gauzed over with doom ... how could I not like a picture that is like the world found at the bottom of a bottle of absinthe? By Ieva Jansone.
People are always telling me that my work is too dark. So I've put up this sunnier story, but even it has a shadow, as its original publisher – a fine Atlantic Canadian literary magazine called the Gaspereau Review – is no longer in business. ---------------- It was a simple enough thing and that thing was simply this: Edmund Kelley was a gentleman. Of course his mom called him her 'little gentleman', as in 'Oh Edmund, you are my perfect little gentleman,' which did seem to hold to a certain logic that these type of things often follow, considering her affection for him and the fact that he was, after all, only ten years old. Still, Edmund himself was not particularly fond of the diminutive aspect of that title. Gentleman was enough; gentleman summed up the whole thing rather nicely, thank you. He was definitely a more refined version of your average child. He lived in a state of perpetual Sunday m
nice shot
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ReplyDeleteI will keep these words with me and use them when necessary. I think they will be necessary often.
jeez I need to get out into the sun.
It's certainly very atmospheric. There are quite a few structures like this in East London, which you can see on from the train.
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