gri_2004_m_4_b01_f07_004
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- 65875275 - deutobold
- 65885447 - star-lightcox.net
- WINNER - 65950513 - pleiades33
- 65990480 - wickerwood
- 66138034 - WiltedLotus
- 66146109 - NVarellas
65875275 - deutobold
BlackheathSunday
Dearest Sylvia,
The Leger exhibition is very interesting and I long to
go with you shortly. I showed it to my class and also
all the impressionists and post-impressionists, too. They
were all exhausted. Then I left them and had my last
visit to the French landscapes, making some notes. I tried
to order a photograph of the River Gods but none is available, alas.
Douglas Cooper was at the Tate, making notes, (no less
then 30 items were lent by him) and seemed very interested
in me, following me out of the Leger show into the post-
impressionists at one point ... He is even fatter than he
looked up on the platform at Burlington House.
Today, later on, Molly and Eric are coming, bringing
Charles Perry: this is rather a bore but it is necessary
as he has long wanted to come and I could think of no ruse
to postpone it any longer.
I have the Sunday Times delivered again: having read it
this morning I have the old impulse to stop it again. Des-
mond McCarthy on Sartre and psycho-analyses ... He refers
to - and I quote - 'anal and other complexes'.
The weather has been charming: buds appearing every-
where, Blackheath Park is becoming prettier daily.
I have at last written a poem: BAROQUE SONG
Once in a landscape overgrown with ferns
And shadows of the crumbling viaducts
Cimon discovered by a bronze fotain
A sleeping girl -
A tiny animal quivering in her breasts.
She dreamed of what gorls drea, of when the sun
Is warm upon their legs and water plashes
From mouth of the high dolphins in the basin
And woke to see
The gawking monster lurching on hs staff.
Converted to a castiglione
By her panic, Cimon the rustic character
Who wore a bird's -nest for a cod-piece
Woke to Iphigenia
Rose to her beauty like the unmewed falcon.
65885447 - star-lightcox.net
BlackheathSunday
Dearest Sylvia,
The Leger exhibition is very interesting and I long to go with you shortly. I showed it to my class and also all the impressionists and post-impressionists, too. They were all exhausted. Then I left them and had my last visit to the French landscapes, making some notes. I tried to order a photograph of the River Gods but none is available, alas.
Douglas Cooper was at the Tate, making notes, (no less than 30 items were lent by him) and seemed very interested in me, following me out of the Leger show into the post-impressionists at one point... He is even fatter than he looked up on the platform at Burlington House.
Today, later on, Molly and Eric are coming, bringing Charles Perry: this is rather a bore but it is necessary as he has long wanted to come and I could think of no ruse to postpone it any longer.
I have the Sunday Times delivered again: having read it this morning I have the old impulse to stop it again. Desmond McCarthy on Sartre and psycho-analysis... He refers to - and I quote - 'anal and other complexes'.
The weather has been charming: buds appearing everywhere. Blackheath Park is becoming prettier daily.
I have at last written a poem: BAROQUE SONG
Once in a landscape overgrown with ferns
And shadows of the crumbling viaducts
Cimon discovered by a bronze fountain
A tiny animal
A sleeping girl - shivering in her breasts.
She dreamed of what girls dream of when the sun
Is warm upon their legs and water plashes
From mouths of the high dolphins in the basin
And woke to see
The gawking monster lurching on his staff.
Converted to a castiglione
By her panic, Cimon the rustic character
Who wore a bird's-nest for a cod-piece
Woke to Iphigenia
Rose to her beauty like the unmewed falcon.
WINNER - 65950513 - pleiades33
BlackheathSunday
Dearest Sylvia,
The Leger exhibition is very interesting and I long to go with you shortly. I showed it to my class and also all the impressionists and post-impressionists, too. They were all exhausted. Then I left them and had my last visit to the French landscapes, making some notes. I tried to order a photograph of the River Gods but none is available, alas.
Douglas Cooper was at the Tate, making notes, (no less than 30 items were lent by him) and seemed very interested in me, following me out of the Leger show into the post-impressionists at one point... He is even fatter than he looked up on the platform at Burlington House.
Today, later on, Molly and Eric are coming, bringing Charles Perry: this is rather a bore but it is necessary as he has long wanted to come and I could think of no ruse to postpone it any longer.
I have the Sunday Times delivered again: having read it this morning I have the old impulse to stop it again. Desmond McCarthy on Sartre and psycho-analysis... He refers to - and I quote - 'anal and other complexes'.
The weather has been charming: buds appearing everywhere, Blackheath Park is becoming prettier daily.
I have at last written a poem: BAROQUE SONG
Once in a landscape overgrown with ferns
And shadows of the crumbling viaducts
Cimon discovered by a bronze fountain
A sleeping girl -
A tiny animal quivering in her breasts.
She dreamed of what girls dream of when the sun
Is warm upon their legs and water plashes
From mouths of the high dolphins in the basin
And woke to see
The gawking monster lurching on his staff.
Converted to a castiglione
By her panic, Cimon the rustic character
Who wore a bird's-nest for a cod-piece
Woke to Iphigenia
Rose to her beauty like the unmewed falcon.
65990480 - wickerwood
BlackheathSunday
Dearest Sylvia,
The Leger exhibition is very interesting and I long to go with you shortly. I showed it to my class and also all the impressionists and post-impressionists, too. They were all exhausted. Then I left them and had my last visit to the French landscapes, making some notes. I tried to order a photograph of the River Gods but none is available, alas.
Douglas Cooper was at the Tate, making notes, (no less than 30 items were lent by him) and seemed very interested in me, following me out of the Leger show into the post-impressionists at one point... He is even fatter than he looked up on the platform at Burlingto House.
I have the Sunday Times delivered again: having read it this morning I have the old impulse to stop it again. Desmond McCarthy on Sartre and psycho-analysis... He refers to - and I quote - 'ana; and other complexes'.
The weather has been charming: buds appearing everywhere. Blackheath Park is becoming prettier daily.
I have at last written a poem: BAROQUE SONG
Once in a landscape overgrown with ferns
And shadows of the crumbling viaducts
Cimon discovered by a fountain bronze
A sleeping girl -
A tiny animal quivering in her breasts.
She dreamed of what girls dream of when the sun
Is warm upon their legs and water plashes
From mouths of the high dolphins in the basin
And woke to see
The gnawing monster lurching on his staff.
Converted to a castiglione
By her panic, Cimon the rustic character
Who wore a bird's-nest for a cod piece
Woke to Iphigenia
Rose to her beauty like the unmewed falcoln.
66138034 - WiltedLotus
BlackheathSunday
Dearest Sylvia,
The Leger exhibition is very interesting and I long to go with you shortly. I showed it to me class and also all the impressionists and post-impressionists, too. They were all exhausted. Then I left them and had my last visit to the French landscapes, making some notes. I tried to order a photograph of the River Gods but none is available, alas.
Douglas Cooper was at the Tate, making notes, (no less than 30 items were lent by him) and seemed very interested in me, following me out of the Leger show into the post-impressionists at one point. . . He is even fatter that he looked up on the platform at Burlington House.
Today, later on, Molly and Eric are coming, bringing Charles Perry: this is rather a bore but is necessary as he has long wanted to come and I could think of no ruse to postpone it any longer.
I have the Sunday Times delivered again: having read it this morning I have the old impulse to stop it again. Des-mond McCarthy on Sartre and psycho-analysis. . . he refers to - and I quote - 'anal and other complexes'.
The weather has been charming: buds appearing every-where, Blackheath Park is becoming prettier daily.
I have at last written a poem: BAROQUE SONG
Once in a landscape overgrown with ferns
And shadows of the crumbling viaducts
Cimon discovered by a bronze fountain
A sleeping girl -
A tiny animal quivering in her breasts.
She dreamed of what girls dream of when the sun
Is warm upon their legs and water plashes
From mouths of the high dolphins in the basin
And woke to see
The gawking monster lurching on his staff.
Converted to a castiglione
By her panic, Cimon the rustic character
Who wore a bird's -nest for a cod-piece
Woke to Iphigenia
Rose to her beauty like the unmewed falcon.
66146109 - NVarellas
BlackheathSunday
Dearest Sylvia,
The Leger exhibition is very interesting and I long to go with you shortly. I showed it to my class and also all the impressionists and post-impressionists, too. They were all exhausted. Then I left them and had my last visit to the French landscapes, making some notes. I tried to order a photograph of the River Gods but none is available, alas.
Douglas Cooper was at the Tate, making notes, (no less than 30 items were lent by him) and seemed very interested in me, following me out of the Leger show into the post-impressionists at one point...He is even fatter than he looked up on the platform at Burlington House.
Today, later on, Molly and Eric are coming, bringing Charles Perry: this is rather a bore but it is necessary as he has long wanted to come and I could think of no ruse to postpone it any longer.
I have the Sunday Times delivered again - having read it this morning I have the old impulse to stop it again. Desmond McCarthy on Sartre and psycho-analysis... He refers to - and I quote - 'anal and other complexes'.
The weather has been charming: buds appearing everywhere, Blackheath Park is becoming prettier daily.
I have at last written a poem: BAROQUE SONG
Once in a landscape overgrown with ferns
And Shadows of the crumbling viaducts
Cimon discovered by a bronze fountain
A sleeping girl -
A tiny animal quivering in her breasts.
She dreamed of what girls dream of when the sun
Is warm upon their legs and water splashed
from the mouths of the high dolphins in the basin
And woke to see
The gawking monster lurching on his staff.
Converted to a Castiglione
By her panic, Cimon the rustic character
Who wore a bird's-nest for a cod-piece
Woke to Iphigenia
Rose to her beauty like the unmewed falcon.