“I sat atop Mount Kailash contemplating the racial fallout of Ellis Island… there was a Tibetan copy of Mein Kampf in the Lhasa library dated to 1921… I nearly lost my vision reading it… why are black people allowed in museums…”

There are poorer countries, there are war-torn countries, but there is nowhere more soul crushingly ridiculous than contemporary Britain.

I should have been a pair of ragged claws

Yes

I seek the Muses again

Finished work. Chinping

Oh dear.

The night is young

Nietzche. Poetry. Campari. Nietzsche again.

Don't totally hate this stuff, but the idea that a modern classicism has to entail the reduction of forms to elemental geometry is a 20th century superstition that has to be overcome

I was one for sorrow, Noah's dove, a panicked shadow crossing the deerpath.

Stalking the streets of London after three Campari and sodas. Nothing better.

Edgar Degas (1834–1917) - The Dance Class - 1874 - oil paint on canvas - 32 7/8" x 30 3/8" (83.5 x 77.2 cm) - Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City

Something like that

Stentor of the brazen voice, Whose shout was as the shout of fifty men

'The Romans'

The Festival Star Abram Games 1951

Need a Georgian flat overlooking a pleasant, leafy square. Not a billionaire. What's a man to do?

Woah brother