Saturday, 17 December 2011
Originally posted on March 14, 2009
If you wait long enough outside the Norman Castle, you’ll witness a long drowsy cloud snailing pass, transforming a white window into blue.
Look at us closely, we are all faceless readers, engulfed in books. Location: The Chaucer Bookshop.
Perhaps a zipper, or a thermometer, or a vagina, can be opened to reveal ‘the scribble of brown twigs on a blank sky’ (Walcott, The Prodigal).
It must be a miracle. Glasses become stained. Location: Canterbury Cathedral.
The landscape metamorphosizes (not too radically) as we leave Canterbury. See here for more (recommended: fast slideshow).