Light falls into the room where I'm reading -
I look up to see the painting of the two boys with their cool cuts -
I see the weird plants Tito gave us -
The leather armchair -
A glimpse of the garden -
A pale sky -
I'm reading Shanghai Baby -
They burned this book in China -
Flames ate its debauched decadent pages -
Slave to a foreign culture -
I savored each of its aphorisms and wonderful sentences -
That moment of common feeling -
Like the hand of God reaching down in an empty gesture to the world -
Thursday 3 December 2020
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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