For all the poets he now reads since my ‘death’ (and remember I am a library’s ghost dictating these words to him, my librarian, from the shelves of his ‘living’ library, which I currently haunt), he still has lines of that old-type natural fouled-up guy-poet Philip Larkin enmeshed in his memory. Even when he opens […]
Today I visited another site of last year’s Liverpool Biennal: The Oratory. It was closed and so the only photographs I can share are of the outside. (And it goes without saying that if I could show you the inside, the contemporary artworks displayed there last year are long gone). Built on the grounds of […]
Today I began my search for traces of the 2016 Liverpool Biennial, specifically its ‘episode’ on Ancient Greece. I started in the store of the Tate Liverpool, as I wanted to see if there were any publications from the Biennial that I could consult to aid me in my quest, but sadly they had undergone […]
