Цитаты из книг — John Glenday

LANDSCAPE WITH FLYING MAN I read about him that was given wings. His father fixed those wings to carry him away. They carried him halfway home, and then he fell. And he fell not because he flew but because he loved it so. You see it's neither pride, nor gravity but love that pulls us back down to the world. Love furnishes…

MANGURSTADH I send you the hush and founder of the waves at Mangurstadh in case there is too much darkness in you now and you need to remember why it is we love

The Darkroom im WK If I am the one who is said to be alive, and you the other; how come it's me who ends up trailing along behind as you stride ahead, humming to yourself, crossing from shade to shadow? Every morning I wake longing for you to long for me again; to dawdle, to loiter, and then - to hell with the cost, I say…

(the can opener was invented forty-eight years after the tin can) When you asked me for a love poem, (another love poem) my thoughts were immediately drawn to the early days of the food canning industry – all those strangely familiar trade-names from childhood: Del Monte, Green Giant, Fray Bentos, Heinz. I thought of…