"I’d say jazz drumming taught me how to write."
"It is cowardly to describe as illusion what we know is merely farce." — E M Cioran (tr P Traylen) via
"Sojourner
Shepherd's Law, Northumberland
The fettered hill.
The skull.
Old stone, among nettles fallen, near.
Her light brown hair.
The brief bales.
The bared hills, the load-bearing hills, the hills of Lammermuir.
Her coming headlong here."
—Gillian Allnutt


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