#imagery

#imagery

The gannet I found stranded in a car-park, something all wrong with its wings and its head too heavy for the neck to bear, beautiful bird, beautiful ugly bird. * Not the street-parties day and night tomorrow, but the morning after that, and the bin-men redding up shredded pieces of palm-trees like the debris of enormous wings. * The gannet's eyes, the gannet's big clown-face.

Out on the moors in the late June light, I stood where the infinite hills halved the sky and saw where you first saw your horses.