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‘My mother daily lives in fear of the rain… When rain falls we close windows’ from Amour Colére Folie (Love Anger Madness), Andre Bagoo in east London. 08933258-3B1A-459A-B9DF-774DCBCE0AB8
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‘ settling into the shape of a street fighter her petticoats snarling. I am glad they kept her stare.’ from Vitrine, Joelle Taylor. streets of N.E. London, on the occasion Purim 2021. E3162182-09B8-4634-B8B0-090A
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‘That, nightly, some blooms fold, some open; how’ from To break, to Ride, Carl Phillips near Tate Britain, London 08F160F2-509E-4AB5-941C-96A3065A4B12
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‘The seals are hiding under rocks. The seals have gone to other islands.’ from Holy Island, Vahni Capildeo (Like A Tree Walking- just out) in North London. 816ACA28-F0D0-4320-B910-5BD3E3C001DA
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at Portobello, Edinburgh for the festival. ‘We had codes In our house. Like Locks; they said We never lock Our door to you. And never did.’ from Scraps, Louise Gluck. EF06D1F8-A71C-44D5-8CFA-C9EF6F75E867
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‘yourself and the other, the point of your shoe setting the pace, if you break away and run the dance is over’ from Pictures from Brueghel, William Carlos Williams streets of Stoke Newington, Hackney, London 3A107F18-C8A2-4722-A30A-2EAED4F051AB
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‘Who knew she lived in such troubled branches, in the corners of daydreams,’ from Doris at the River, Ishion Hutsinson. streets of East London, before. 4B244010-AD45-4359-9FB7-60A46331AE92
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‘ ’And for my next trick....’ You close your eyes for a moment and whisper ‘Abracadabra!’ How brilliant to be a nobody,’ from The Golden Conjuror’s Outfit, Hugo Williams inside Ridley Road Market, East London 37BFC4B2-D334-4679-A6ED-F1C6E140D290
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‘that I’m on this side of the bars And you’re on that side And Who stands in your shoes You or the people you resemble’ from His God, Shane McCrae. streets of Hackney, East London (today) BE087D85-13F4-42AB-8913-F57FEB70BD6F
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‘Inside my listening sleep a roar of water on stubborn rock...’ from Cuyuni, Martin Carter. in Hackney London, today. 504B50BB-6A17-408C-A3D2-C43CA8327A95
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‘His job he knew it had to do with seeing And what he saw was everything would come Together at the same time everything Would fall apart and that was human thinking’ from The tree of knowledge, Shane McCrae in Hackney, London 3B2-3B5F073EB800
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‘I walked easily in the rain between drops of it. Behind window panes faces that never lived stared at me..’ from About to the Pass Me, Martin Carter Hackney, East London, during 35205425-6A7B-4359-A4DD-5F90941D6654
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‘Early lambs born some hours ago curls canalled crimson-ridged too new to agitate won’t stick heads through the well-adapted fence’ From Welcome (Venus as a Bear), Vahni Capildeo. Hackney, East London C8D8A64A-B358-4341-925D-9C416201AB27
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Happy Easter all, ‘Guard and defend me from the foe malign;’ from Soul of my Saviour, Hymn. Hackney East London, before. 1AFD39F6-205A-4C5E-9B06-364050518A5C
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‘A heron flies across the morning marsh and breaks its teetering wings to decorate a stump (thank God that from this act the landscape is complete...) from Two poems on the passing of an empire, Derek Walcott. Hackney, London. 0AEAC3C5-9E39-4FA6-9152-
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‘But we storm the angel-guarded Gates of the long-discarded Garden, which God has hoarded Against our pain’ from Paradise Re-Entered, D.H. Lawerence, Streets of East London D788A37A-723A-408E-8DAF-7CF04EF1C303
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1‘And still you hold our longing gaze With languorous look and lavish limb! Are you not weary of ardent ways? Tell no more of enchanted days.’ from O fons Bandusiae, James Joyce Streets of East London 29889D7-B4D6-4E46-B6A1-352E5EEF012D
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‘White day, black river corrugated and swift - as the stone of the sky on the prongy ring of the tarnished city is smooth and without motion: ‘ from The Predictor of Famine, William Carlos Williams ‘Streets of east London, HackneyC60F--A2F6-11B03780E69E
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‘Who can picture Calvin, Pascal or Nietzsche as a pink chubby boy?’ Shorts II - W.H.Auden,I am aways intrigued by individuals who volunteer their image in situations which are conventionally private or in which they would not want the world to see them.
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‘A bluebird comes tenderly up to alight And turns to the wind to unruffle a plume, His song so pitched as not to excite..’ From Robert Frost - Two tramps in mud Time. Streets of London. SL35mmLUX 3932D2AD-6EB8-4C62-8AAC-480E42D70F2A
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‘And young girls shall gather to dance on the highway under petals of light that float from their shoulders and dip into lotioned shadows..... You who pass by, pass by.’ from Saturday Night - Lavinia Greenlaw. Streets of east London. DDBAEACE-A372-4569-A8
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Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea. Dylan Thomas Fern Hill 5DC7A93A-957F-4FB4-AE04-B56E44781FD4
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‘Crusty brown mud covers injured soil stopping the red roses from blooming. Shovels pry at the ground desperate to feel the thorns. ...’ From Red Roses Shawn Callaghan. Streets of London 896E6079-F383-4787-ABE3-97E14EC08566
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‘Two pins dancing alternately, landing on the same spot. For two pins I’d give it all up. The slash and crisscross of their silver lines, where one has been and where the other is about to be...’ From No Traveller Returns- Vahni Capildeo,Streets of London
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Happy Independence Day to all- Trinidad and Tobago ‘with nothing in our hands but this stick to trace our names on the sand which the sea erased again, to our indifference.’ From Names - DW Walcott DE3F249D-EFF9-4AE1-BAC7-DD3ED0F4EB08
