Thank you so much, Sheila
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On Wed, November 16, 2011 18:40, Sheila Murphy wrote:
> This is sterling, Lawrence. Extremely compelling on multiple levels, not
> the least of which is the way that you draw forth one sense by way of
> another. Visual and tactile join beautifully, for example. I feel the
> movement take pinpoint and waved effort. Very fine, indeed.
>
> Sheila
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> On Wed, Nov 16, 2011 at 6:35 AM, Lawrence Upton <[log in to unmask]>
> wrote:
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>> White islands glide over battered granite hills;
>> and, near sky, top floors, empty, unfinished, without balustrades,
>> architecturally complex. Show-through and mirrorings of light splashed
>> on to the soft blue of the atmosphere, setting off dark blues of harbour
>> and bay.
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>> Water’s high. It’s after five, boats returning,
>> all predominantly white; and white seagulls, apparently wandering,
>> butterflies. Black back
>> on the roof of Salubrious House… the pine glossy in our garden. Two
>> herring gulls floating on the water of the bay. Three gulls now. A single
>> boat, two people in it, south-east of Smeaton’s lighthouse, going north,
>> only now becoming visible, but fully seen in the room’s mirror. A single
>> boat goes south, perhaps to round the pier into harbour, in both window
>> and glass; in the mirror; and my memory. More gulls butterflying.
>> Wind makes
>> the palm shudder. Boats drift at their tethers. Tourists walk past in the
>> picture’s lower half – I know they’re there -- looking with envious
>> anger at the houses. A half a million pounds’. More than the loss of all
>> one’s limbs and eyes. More than a death.
>> A boat is gleaned into
>> the mirror’s picture, oared, northerly towards a marker buoy; a small
>> boat, but this one’s under power, overhauls it -- it seems some
>> pleasantries exchange – and then departs into the bay’s core and the
>> further ocean, though, at that size, it’ll stay close by land. A larger
>> boat, masted, wooden cabin, comes in from the direction of Godrevy. A
>> tiny outboard seems to pull aside; and the fat boat is only in the
>> mirror, a speedboat following it, but also only in the mirror. As water
>> enters the first of Smeaton’s arches, almost filled by sea-pushed sand,
>> many tourist boats come out, kayaks and pedalos and larger craft, in an
>> unheard buzz, the stinging insects of evening, a lugger, out from the
>> harbour and round the pier then north, smoothly, rapidly, its hue the
>> wide wings, with satiate assurance, of a gull waddling dully on a house
>> roof.
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>> UNFRAMED GRAPHICS by Lawrence Upton
>> 42 pages; A5 paperback; colour cover
>> Writers Forum 978 1 84254 277 4
>> wfuk.org.uk/blog ----
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UNFRAMED GRAPHICS by Lawrence Upton
42 pages; A5 paperback; colour cover
Writers Forum 978 1 84254 277 4
wfuk.org.uk/blog
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