the only question is the hunchback of notre-dame_qAUsIModo

Outodoor lInk to Mister Wood's Lot
where I found this quote
William Blake 28 November 1757 - 12 August 1827
The William Blake Archive

Around the pillars of Urthona, and round thy dark limbs, On the Canadian wilds I fold, feeble my spirit folds.
- William Blake, America A Prophecy
The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake edited David Erdman ________________ bLake is like the British
Whitman except to my knowings W.W.
didnt know visual workings ____________________________________________

THE silent film by Wallace Worsley, The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1923)__ first film version of Victor Hugo’s novel stars Lon Chaney as the tortured hunchback Quasimodo.

more about le grande chaney here lonchaney



I remember a certain day ...

cinema calender of abstract heart ~ make a creative machine combines of other arts
other p'l'ace , l'ace , s .

"le Bruit du temps'

tim'e's noise box ~


brim shift



wordsworth cartoons . wasnt aware of this scEne befre. wandered loudly as a clod of earthheaped gruel. boring the fate of chamber. what sprocket boxed yer cow herd? William. my love.

Medbh McGuckian

“I don’t think anyone can really be Irish in Ireland. It is such a dreadful place. It’s blood-sucked, you feel like you’re walking in blood.” – from a 1988 interview.

Medbh McGuckian- Irish Poet.

Of which comment a welcome relief to the usual sentimental drivel
about Ireland, especially since its rising economic star has made
it a destination for the worst sort of conservative reterritorializations.

Found by way of Zoe Brigley at warwick



fouist marry fluxist birthing becoming comings comminglings of what is flow/cut bitecome of britching o'er well and hill mazed by men its double triple triumphs clear the saddle of care-wills. call a name a thing move it over. what is that thinging bike worked to ache out hair? is that one of will o'the wisp? curl hair round locket eye enter the end page its index to plug machining cut to other.


somedays then

someday then hold to fort its issmo play pen off
the wall and it working workd' the cut bound pen
its shadow caught its saturn fey faY? meritorious to the breath

et ici brim