Letter From Arcadia
dp thanks for your telegram. whilst you were panning for gold in the godforsaken pit i was bounty hunting too, chasing shoals of silver in hell’s ditch off a long shingle barrage beach that was thrown up in the storm of ’87. a short walk from the public bar of the wellington public house, in [...]
Letter From Arcadia
The Pit And The Pendulum. ja your news of death in bivvy city put my indicators half-slack. a different face on the wanted poster now. heathcliffe holds up spawnbound coach. the old dodger gone, no 2 robbed of its pearls, and half the bivvies with it, i suspect. two years back, opening night down wimbledon [...]
ROAMing with John Andrews
ladies and gentlemen for those of you who may find yourselves in the vicinity of canary wharf next wednesday 14th july i would like to invite you to cabot square at noon sharp where as part of robin turner’s ‘roam‘ installation (www.roamlondon.org) i shall be doing a short reading on certain aspects of the history [...]
Letter From Arcadia
Gazetted. dp the cuckoo and its call never made it as far as the heath, a wanted photograph and description pinned to a noticeboard by the boating pond by the birdman of north london. we had the consolation of a brood of owls that sat on the branches of the yew in the morning sun [...]
Letter From Arcadia
The Blossom Wars. ja the mayflower sailed without us. i’m more overdue than a victorian library book. apologies, winter’s ashes still in the grate. even fishing was a snatched pastime between overwhelming odds. as you know, i was building a new jerusalem with a blue dexta of dagenham, top of the charts in 61:
Letter From Arcadia
Blossom in Waiting. dp thanks for your letter and apologies for the long overdue reply, the first song of spring choked by the wind from the north, the sharpened quill frozen in the inkwell, as have passed several whitsun weeks of fairs, floods and famines, the fly rod unpacked, the riverbank untrodden. closed season dreams [...]
Efgeeco in Arcadia
19 April 2010 // Arcadia //On Water
this just in from John Andrews: ladies and gentlemen i am delighted to announce the continuation of april in arcadia with an exhibition of exquisite requisites from efgeeco, one of london and england’s most celebrated post-war angling manufacturers. to view two pages of efgeeco and travel back to a time when the world really was [...]
Letter From Arcadia
Waiting For Blossom ja as your season ended with that stillness in the pool of a pike’s eye, i stood behind winter’s barricade when the flesh eating winds of march came over, carnivorous skin-strippers from the east. planting an orchard and keeping the beacons alight with the hand slashed brambles of a new and promised [...]
Letter From Arcadia
the curtain falls on england (frensham convention) dp the season began and ended in the depths of the english countryside, sunrises and sunsets with an ice age in between. the only tench the ones in the memory, the only chub the ones on the wall. at times the only rods the ones in the locker. [...]
Letter From Arcadia
Ice Station Tigernut ja your blue-knuckle crevace de coeur set my dinner cold. jack london turning in his grave. frank barlow on ice at the hippodrome. here we kept the sledges loaded and the braziers lit. the way to the lake still ditched in old grey coats of last year’s decomposing snow. arse pit like [...]
Caught by the River