Tag Archives: Bryan Murphy

Turin Fountain

The city poet, gushing life over parks, over pavements, kerbs, main squares, side streets, like a Ginsberg among thirst-slakers, aroused, or local boy Catalano, howling with water-tuned cords. Municipal investment: preventive medicine, solid iron painted fervid green that satisfies Padanians, … Continue reading

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White Whale Island

The needle pricks her finger, teasing out a drop of blood that amplifies the vibrations reaching Grace from White Whale Island. She lays aside the delicate lampshade she is crafting for the beachfront bar, gets to her feet and strides … Continue reading

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Installation

A solid silent phone in your house, that was something to have, before they went mini and manic and mobile. To get one, young Daniel was your man. He worked fast and honest, asked only your ear to the tribulations … Continue reading

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Discovery

Hong Kong’s once fragrant harbour explodes on the iris: islands whose beauty makes sceptres superfluous, scintillas struck from a sun-striated sea. Lantau, the largest, luxuriates; its length tapers to a saddle-back ridge whence breathless climbers gaze down on a sea-struck … Continue reading

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Sorted

Once you had to follow television to understand what to buy in the shops. Often you forgot; that never happens with the chips in our brains today. People read so few books then, derived strange ideas from them till we … Continue reading

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Las Terrenas

Magritte clouds glide over Everton-dark sea, hastened by gusts that sway coconut palms from their roots while waves and waxed moon deliver sound and light. Fine sand rises from the beach, tablefuls of windy Eurobourgeois scuttle for sanctuary indoors, where … Continue reading

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