under another sun

Just tired all day today. From yawning on the train in the morning to creeping off to bed with Lorraine. Plenty of work to do, and had to attempt to look lively when being briefed. A spot of rain dodging at lunch. Here is  Two Figures, which also seems to be known as Standing Man, Walking Man   by Sean Henry   near where I'm working. The Standing Man looking disapprovingly at something or other was taken yesterday. The other one today. I like them. They look almost like duellists sometimes. I like the space between them.

Up early and feeling better than I have done this week, although in a tetchy mood. Took myself out and about in town. Worked in a cafe for three hours. Across the road is a large plastic shark head, of which there are a couple in Brighton. Looking up from my laptop to sip my large Earl Grey teas, amused at one point to see two women taking photos of themselves with their heads wedged in the shark jaws. Having put in a couple of hours on the business book early morning, I started a new poem in the cafe. I am trying to be less self-censoring in what I write and give my subconscious freer reign. A slightly wilder and less restrained streak is coming to the fore. The poem sparked off by two words in the André Breton book I was reading the other day. Happy to be walking about with some energy after a poor start to the week. Visited the Brighton Gallery again, and closely looked at the Léger Two Figures (1929) they have there. I particularly liked Leger when I was doing my art A level in...