the camden town adversemental hideout, where LonelyVillein and the Dog torment themselves with the sight of each other,., was cleaner than usual.. or was it just barer?
The place has, i fancy, muffled the light of its last weekend. very Dickensian: evicted at christmas. Convicted and pitiless, convinced that the wits are shredded sulk threads the scenes, smiles tight and stinging. Hands shake, tremble
the only occasion it resembles is yesterday
castaway, but alas not lost or forgotten….
rocking onthe lumpy sea’s surface
the huge foaming gape of the dog’s sorroe was somehow full of the surfsea andscumflot dsam of enthused singing.
hold a chicken in trhe air and ‘sitting on the dockothe bay’Still John Robinson IAMTHERAIN’
breiflyayway aye only that
you can feel as if you’re rot in fear04 I Can’t Stand The Rain