Work No. 889; Water ( Larkin about )
Michael St.Mark 2017
93 million miles of sunlight traveling at 186,000 miles per second zapps into a wine glass 1/4 full of water on a table top in a Haute Savoie garden, France. August 2017.
Somehow feels utterly pure..and miraculous that it’s possible to see right though a SOLID OBJECT
In homage to Philip Larkin’s poem “Water”
Four ripe fruits from a glorious summer of street-snapping with the Galaxy S7
Work No. 988a; The Happy Couple / They Who Have Seen the Light VII
Spitalfields, close to chez Gilbert & George. Latest in the long-running LD series celebrating eccentricity of attire ( and diversity of sexuality ) in public
Work 988b; Matters of Great Import II
Outside Sainsburys Potters Bar. Second in the series, intimating everyone’s real news is contained within their everyday lives, not in the 90% irrelevance-posing-as-vital-importance hoodwinking MSM
Work No. 988c; Cappuccino’s Up / Froth Head
Categorized under our long-running “everything’s One under the sun” genre, following Hugo Ball’s assertion that ” The Dadaist is convinced of the overall connection between all beings, objects and entities “
A Glasgow Whitening
Michael St.Mark 2017
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By George there’s no Escape.
Michael St.Mark 2017
Dentist waiting room, 7th September. No escape from mainstream media’s infatuation with the latest privileged mollycoddled little royal to start school.
In reality the only genuine interest going on in pushing this trivial story is that of the self-serving knighthood-chasing editors * journalists and TV chat show hosts involved.
And for that we all must yawn and bear it.
Next up – another royal birth.. unless god forbid something happens to the Duke of Edinburgh..
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George Osborne, editor Evening Standard, bores the pants off Londoners for the sake of his personal future royal gong. Keep up the fawning George, you’ll get the coveted royal sword tap for “services rendered” soon enough.
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