The Corn Exchange, Leeds, was designed by Cuthbert Broderick, and completed in 1863.
I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
Saturday, 14 January 2012
Finding You, for K.
Some years ago, I found this poem in a book in a library, I was not a member of that library, I could not borrow the book, but I wanted to share that poem, so I clicked a furtive photograph. Alas, I forgot to write the name of the poet...
I can't give credit for these words. I wish I could. In fact, until I found the original picture, I'd even forgotten that I found it in a library, I'd thought I'd found it framed on the wall in a hospital.
If anybody knows who the poet is, I'd be grateful to hear. Google doesn't have a clue.
Ladies Daintily Settling a Difference.
14th/21st Sausage Delivery Corps, 1917
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