Losing Faith, Love and Song; The Old Music Shop Tire and struggle up this hill, Is my duty, a heavy burden strapped to my back,…
To rise out of a terrible mood, one must often listen to music; in essence, one travels there, and consequently, comes Bach again.
‘Beauty is a Contrast’:
Delicate stems struggle against
The last of winter’s hold;
Flower bundles begin to unfurl
Their temporary secrets
Which have lain hidden
From the cold wind’s hurl . . .
In truth, I first discovered Bacon as a hangover cure Whilst dragging heavy feet along the parquet Tate floor; Weary eyed and slow-mouthed, I spied…