The day after Deptford it rained as if the sky could no longer contain its grief at humanity’s stupidity. But that was okay, because my sister and brother-in-law came for dinner, and to spend the night. She brought pudding, I roasted a chicken, and while it was in the oven we ambled down to the […]
What are the literary and visual arts equivalents of timing in music? Some initial thoughts, and a call for discussion.