Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

a plush sanctuary’s odorous calm

There is something almost worshipful about entering the dark of the picture house during a sunny afternoon. I very much enjoyed this Jim, some wonderfully evocative lines, the above being my favourite. Thank you.

I'm glad to be able to bring something rather different to the table, Jim. I hope fourth time was the charm? All best wishes. Adam

jim: Thank you. I suppose it's as much about no more becoming as it is about standing still and watching, rather than participating. The Larkinesque conclusion is that life gets used up whether you get your hands dirty in it or not. But my thrust is that it's far better to have got involved and live...

I just joined this excellent hub today, so although I don't know you Doreen, I wish you well, and congratulations for running such an excellent arts forum.
Best wishes
Adam

For M.L. Who’s looking into your eyes but God? Wait for Him to speak; no-one else has been here Ever. You know your history: the zealots, ardent seers, Acolytes you have studied craved this audience. Your hot Hands move headwards, as if to keep the knowledge in For fear that spilling a drop would di...

Now comes the slow fog – Not looking when you could have Becomes not looking now you can’t – Now comes the eternal now: A balancing act of letting things be, Addressing nothing, accretion of complication, The only consideration remaining how This state of grand denial took over entirely. All hail th...