LONDON_NOTES

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#Hyde_Park

Commonplace, titanic figures with a splendid motion stride across the parched plateau of grass, little London houses only a foor high unddle at their heels.

Under trees all the morning women sit sewing and knitting their monotonous occupation accompanying the agreeable muddle of their thoughts.

In the Row. Vitality civilized to a needle's-point; highly-bred men and horses pass swiftly pass swiftly in useless delightful motion; women walk enamoured of their own accomplished movements.

 

#British_Museum

Gigantic cubes of iron rock are set in a parallelogram of orange sand.

Ranks of black columns of immense weight and immobility are threaded by a stream of angular volatile shapes. Their trunks shrink quickly in retreat towards the cavernous roof.

Innumerable pigeons fret the stone steps with delicate restlessness.

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#Fleet_Street

Precious slips of houses, packed like books on a shelf, are littered all over with signs and letters.

A dark, agitated stream straggles turbulently along the channel bottom; clouds race overhead.

Curiously exciting are so many perspective lines, withdrawing, converging; they indicate evidently something of importance beyond limits of sight.

-Jessie Dismorr (1915)

(THE PENGUIN BOOK OF THE PROSE POEM)

 

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 16.02.2020