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Poetry reading Hastings: Oct 27 “Writer Iain Sinclair will be reading from Postcards from the 7th Floor, his poetic collaboration with artists Oona Grimes, at the Stade Hall, The Stade, in Hastings old town on Thursday 27 October. The project is centred on Marine Court, a huge and mysterious concrete building overlooking the ocean at [...] Wednesday. 21 September 2011. Hastings Old Town. It worked, the casting of wine on the waves, the small sacrifice of burger buns to gulls: the sea was no longer peevish, it was raging. Tom’s kinetic effects were in play, white-foamed crest chased crest. Our swan, still nameless, sat brooding on her nest of stones. Like [...] Tuesday. 20 September 2011. Hastings Old Town. They sit, one on either side of me, on the bench facing Swan Lake, the wetsuit minders, call them Tom and Tom. Our backs are resolutely set against the misbehaving sea. We are waiting, as always, for the crew to unstick themselves from the curried depths of [...]
Monday. 19 September 2011. Hastings Old Town. The eyes of the liberated and still nameless swan are blind as Homer. Which is appropriate. White plastic ridges in a sheltering declivity. The proud black beak points at the raging ocean, priapic as a rudder, and hinting at one disturbing fact: if the snout [...] SWANLOG DIARY Sunday. 18 September 2011. Hastings Old Town. Taking a feather dipped in the blood of my companion, who is visibly wasting before my eyes – and seizing every opportunity to demonstrate the extent of the damage by peeling off jacket and shirt like a Premier League footballer who has scored an accidental goal [...] |
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