Letter From Arcadia
Bonjour Bob
ja
good to hear the newly oiled ratchets of arcadia, words flowing like ale down the wye, or the other 22 rivers in a certain volume of water, a bouquet of summer flowers (in the cryptic meaning) of which arcadia/arcadii are proud contributaries. a lot to catch up then; just not a lot caught. [...]
Letter from Arcadia
Gibraltar!
DP
The March offensive has rolled through April and May into the searing heat of early June. Fat commons swish their tails under bankside oaks and swallows dip in the evening sky. The keys on the typewriter seizing up through lack of use with the honourable exception of a piece entitled ‘A Lament for [...]
Letter from Arcadia
Land Army Goalposts
ja
the march waggon rolls out on all four winds, jays on the gate and primroses blink open to raise their yellow hosanahs.
can’t match your river exploits this month. long fishless waits in the cold; late winter tasks which have no words, more living out of buckets than ever till hibernaton break-out, [...]
Vintage Fishing Tackle for the Soul
18 March 2009 // Arcadia // Caught By...
Ladies and Gentlemen
After spending the end of the coarse fishing season on the rivers of Arcadia the stall returns to London at Spitalfields Antiques Market
on Thursday 19th March where you will be able to find a preview of the large amount of stock that will be transported by barge and pony
to the two day vintage [...]
Arcadia on the Road
on this coming sunday (9th) andrews of arcadia takes the road south to the romsey vintage tackle fair which is held at the romsey community school, greatbridge road in romsey from 9am. you are welcome to come and visit, entry is £2. i shall be in the main hall.
if you cannot make either [...]
Letter From Arcadia
DP
Thank you kindly for your letter of last week, delivered promptly across the frozen eastern wastes by a Rasputin look-a-like who lives in a silver birch hut on the West Heath and has taken over the running of the Royal Mail in North London since the winter uprising. The snow made fugitives of [...]
Letter From Arcadia
Down at the Old Bull & Boar
ja
been a long silence, half a winter long, the bobbins so still they’ve been frozen in time, bookmarks in a russian novel. the bird table gazette suspended its evening edition; if you fish black holes you get what’s coming to you. so, while your own heaths and [...]
Telegram From Arcadia
five rod rings
four french perch
three piece cane
two pound silk
& a partridge snagged in a pear tree
a bird at table to all our readers
dp
Letter from Arcadia
The Ghost of Robert Graves
DP
The heath grows darker by the day heading inevitably towards the shortest day. Sunrise seems to happen at midday and dusk an hour later. The weeks follow a calendar made up of fog and frost with the occasional gale coming down the chimney with a screeching howl. [...]
Letter From Arcadia
Colden Days
ja
tempests fly in northern france, the carp rods buckle down to the long cold wait. on maison-arse pit, where i’ve already notched up my thirty-first blank in a row, it feels like i’m casting at headstones. hard as nails and dead as nails up there, blizzards after dark, the carp hoarding their appetite [...]
Caught by the River