In my last posting I said I wasn't going to blog another - here it is, which just goes to show the howls of protest worked. But I just had to post a picture of the fuchsia which has taken over the left hand side of my garden in spectacular fashion. Its a about 8-10 ft tall and about 6-8 ft wide and is such a joy to be 
seen when bathed in the low autumnal sun. This picture doesn't really do it justice at all, neither does this smaller close-up - though if you click on the picture it comes up larger. But that's just it, "representation" is about really real, it's in impersonation or should that be "substitution" - something acting as substitute for the 'real thing'? For example, it has been said that, "A female character in a movie is seen to stand in for women everywhere." That's the fun thing with blogging, some might think I am a male, but maybe I am just representing him here; substituting an image of him as me.
Indeed, I might be this sofa. This is one of those odd pictures that comes into our lives and I have no idea how it got onto my camera. It's just a tableau representing what goes on behind my head when I sit typing. I always wondered what the world would look like if I had eyes in the back of my head and now I know. The chair, bottom left with the cover over it is the one I sit on at my desk. I rescued it from a skip in London and its been with me ever since (falling apart as it is). The other chair to the right of the piano and upright guitar I rescued from outside my house. In Brighton, if we want to get rid of stuff that still has its uses we leave it outside for others to take. My next door neighbour left two of these chairs and Dan and I brought them in. Not much else I can say about the room though except that is the only corner without books. Talking of recycling, though, this song contains some of the best lyrics Joni Mitchell ever wrote (in my humblebumble) and recycled by Diana Krall for Elton John. Just before our love got lost you said
I am as constant as a northern star
And I said, constantly in the darkness
Where's that at?
If you want me I'll be in the bar...
