Showing posts with label St. John's Woods. Show all posts
Showing posts with label St. John's Woods. Show all posts

03 August, 2017

where the weeping flowers hide

things fall apart, the centre cannot hold...



a shape with lion body and the head of a man...

Da mihi de te solliciti. Obsecro, ubi es?

(The two lines are of course from The Second Coming by William Yeats, written in 1919.)

it's just your shadow on the floor

(This section was written on July 11th...) Great. Sat myself down today after oversleeping, and told myself sternly I was not going to log...