Fearful Excitement...

... continues to occupy my thoughts.

Both in life and art, my days are filled with drama.
Autumn has deposited several tons of leaves in the gardens,
front and back, and despite all the warnings about not composting leaves, I have been doing it for years...
and it works.

Just be sure to throw layers of soil onto the heap
from time to time and continue to tote pealings
from the
kitchen onto the general mess.
Come Spring, potting will be a cinch.

At the artistic front, readings on the subject of
Noir continue, mostly the works of academics who
specialised in interpreting post-WW2 pulp fiction
and films for the enthusiast.

Unreal city isn't in it...

Texts where cityscapes meet frantic lives
may be found on
Anouilh's Twitter

Studies on how urban living can erode privacy are
very engaging and make me realise that leaving the
house in Dublin these days requires a long preparation
for a rather damp Passagiata.

City living can be a bit of a
battle at the best of time and
wandering round in any old wolly jumper will
just not do, these days.

In fact, there's much more to come on this subject,
notably on how characters dress when they
don that little touch of Noir...