• Cloud dripping all the way down and sky is horizon and horizon sky. Metronomic streaks of rain as plumes in our wake. Mechanical rubber scrapes hardened automotive glass. I often wonder what Turner would have made of this concrete steel bitumined hardness made soft.
  • Learning of Miklòs Szentkuthy
  • a new holland honeyeater. Lithe, slender, flitting upside down, black white streaks and emblem even shield flash of golden coverts. Some honeyeaters are all industry, others insouciance.

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