Literature

Lady Precious Stream is a spoken drama adaptation of a Chinese opera (Wang Baochuan Read more »

Still I am trying to find ways to make my research more understandable both to me and to my readers. The following is what I found, admittedly with little success to neglect the importance of walk: Imagine a world of wicked pimps and zombie “johns.” Imagine a ghost town whose settlers are tormented by their own ravaged, sold souls. Imagine a community on the social margins being purged from the face of the city in the name of the newly established order, which only confirms its own existence by replicating crime differently packaged.

9/8-9, VøAA There was a corpse in the dream I had some time ago. For some reason, I recall it time and again. It was lying on the railroad. It felt the cold of the metal underneath. How do I know? These days, one doesn’t ask such questions? One may instead interrogate this way: Is the fact that the cold was felt relevant for the description of the woods surrounding the railroad? Or: Does the sensation of the cold entail an alteration of the original conceptualization of the progression of events? Consequently: Does that amount to sequencing of events that constitute a plot?

Somewhat aimlessly strolling, thinking one was going in one direction, gentle breezy waves of seductive haze found one's look firmly fixed on the site that could only be recreated through the evocation of the reminisced nostalgic images. From the other side of where one's powerful urge for nostalgic reminiscing started emerging. Everything starts with the second year in one’s life. When HerDamend was that old, one became aware of the sensation never felt before. Notes about it were found in one’s diary from some time ago.

The Strand is my land; he said as he raised his hand, no its mine she says, as she clutches onto her handbag, Georgians, Victorians and Dukes have all ruled the famous area, during the good and the bad times. The groups of homeless people, who are sometimes forgotten, have also claimed it as their own.

The street of the definite article

The strand.

The one two the iambic chaos

The rush through it, on it and under it

The busy busy

The buses the bridges the protests

The lawyers the law courts the justice,

The cafes, the authors

The Dickens, the Thackery the Makepeace

The temple inn

The no children

The Strand school for civil service gone,

The whirling doors on the King’s building

The Students, the must just read hard enough

The elect alumni, on the plate glass

The bus Read more »

This blue plaque can be found above TGI Friday's in Covent Garden. The building used to be a shoe blacking factory. 

This painting can be found down a side street just of St Martin's Lane. The Connection walking tour guide, Chromium, pointed it out to Strandlines just last week. It particularly interested us, as the walking tour of the area we are currently working on - Rags & Riches - will include a point which concerns Charles Dickens' work in the area. We have also been following Ruth Richardson's work on the Cleveland Street workhouse (or Strand workhouse), which most likely inspired Oliver Twist. Read more »