I popped into a second hand bookshop this afternoon to ask if they could recommend somewhere for poetry books.
They had received a pile of Eliot and Auden books and I left with 2 bags filled – including Faber and Faber imprints of Eliot’s poems with that lovely 1930’s, thick, uneven fibrous paper.
All for very little money. Oh, how I skipped up the road…*
As of today it has been more than 20 years since my brother passed away.
He would have been dismayed by the Labour Party condition but may well have embraced the SNP transformation. I shall never know.
He would still, I am sure, have been cheeky, funny, irreverent, charming and serious about facing up to inequality. I think he would have been a Teacher. He would still be thin and would have laughed at my fat belly!
All of this is supposition. He shall never be any more than he already was. Which was more than enough.
I had the chance to visit the Wine Fair in the Mallorcan town of Pollensa. The area is wonderful – it was a treat. In the evening the town appears to sway about under foot.
My other passion was photography. For good reason, Henri Cartier-Bresson was always singled out as the doyen. The pinnacle. He was a master of his craft and very widely known. Ernst Haas However, for me, the photographer I admired most was Ernst Haas. He managed to take wonderful colour and black’n’white images. His striking image of an oily sky in midwest America adorns most picture shops on the high street and is even sold in Ikea. It is nothing to scoff. It is because he took images with colour which you can look at time after time and still enjoy. Few photographers manage such balance and composition.
Google Ernst Haas and look at the range of his images – or visit his Estate website then realise he was pioneering this. He was discovering colours and shape in photographic images. Faster and with more acuity than most.
I just realised it has been almost 30 years since both these men passed away. It seems no time at all.