Sunday, 21 April 2013

Falling For The Ushers Sunday Morning Notes

Outside taxi... Glasgow sliding by in shades of burning leather and blackest oil.

The River Clyde... mightier than the Amazon, thicker than molasses, choked full of rusting ghosts.

Skeleton of a blue whale curled at one end of studio.

Bouncer's face like square sausage sweating in a frying pan.

Madeline: in that gallery full of spurious gestures, a single image with the
awesome, unnerving force belonging solely to the greatest works of art, the most unearthly gestures of nature - the image of Madeline Usher herself.

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