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Caroline Clark
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Own Sweet Time, CB editions
Sovetica, CB editions
Saying Yes in Russian, Agenda Editions

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Reading this incredible book for the first time, a 1907 edition recently given to my family.
Jack London died on 22nd November, 1916 aged 40.
White Fang blue-green cover with gold lettering, silhouette of a wolf and tree, snow and moon. Inside inscription in neat pencil: ‘P. Lysaght Christmas 1907.
November 22, 2025 at 7:46 PM
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Ice pond at sunset, 4.05pm
November 21, 2025 at 4:06 PM
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sunrise behind the hospital
Sun on brick building with fire escape flights of black metal stairs, over the road — terraced houses, white bay windows, light frost on roof.
November 21, 2025 at 10:04 AM
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Early start interpreting at the eye hospital. Reading Ned Denny’s envigorating versions in @pnreview.bsky.social while two old chaps discuss how ‘brown bread turns you out nicely. Surprisingly quickly actually.’
Ned Denny after Verlaine November Dusk Autumn and the departing sun, and I am wild with joy! Corpse hues drenched in blood, a five-alarm sky, death possessing a world of mud, torpid ponds, and man the sick child! This is, poet, your hour and your season, all illusions gone, your heart laid bare, that tender heart which the rats' feet of passion tear, your looking-glass, your festival! Let academics, dupes, and noted authors fawn over the springtime and the dawn, those two foxy virgins even costlier than their frocks; I choose you, autumn, prefer your dark grace to any little darling's face, you my implacable and strange-eyed courtesan.
November 21, 2025 at 8:41 AM
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some colours
beech going through yellows and oranges from green to dry brown
November 20, 2025 at 7:05 PM
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first ice
The dew pond is back. Oval pond, iced over, grass banks, wooden fence, winter hawthorn trees, in the distance those hills.
November 20, 2025 at 9:59 AM
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into the season
holly berries with dewy cobweb
November 15, 2025 at 10:17 AM
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bright day
Beech woods: leaf crisp ground, some green leaves still on the trees, blue sky
November 9, 2025 at 6:59 PM
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the great hello, goodbye #4
Red-leafed tree like in your dreams, woodland surrounds
November 4, 2025 at 1:22 PM
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Bright red leaf with rust coloured patterns on brick wall
November 3, 2025 at 7:11 PM
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the great hello, goodbye #3
Golden beech leaves, blue sky
November 2, 2025 at 6:50 PM
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the great hello, goodbye #2
Golden leaves, blue sky
November 1, 2025 at 5:46 PM
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November 1st: Mr S and I got married 17 years ago, together for 25. Here’s one of his many stories that makes me laugh. And here he is on the back of a book I wrote about him. Какая муза.

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Factory I had the chance to work in a factory for a month. They told everyone to bring a black work coat. I didn't look for one and forgot about it but the day before work started I remembered and asked my mum. She didn't have a black one but she had a white one as she was an engineer. A white one like doctors have. I took it and went to work. After about two days I realised that everyone thought I was an engineer or boss so I stopped working and just walked around the factory floor. No one questioned me. I walked around talking to people and they spoke politely to me. One time I saw a women about to steal something. She saw me and was scared. I said, Don't worry I didn't see anything. Soviet passport photo of the boy himself on the back cover of my book Sovetica, which is heaving with endorsements. Buy it, buy it and get a free fridge magnet. What more could you want?
November 1, 2025 at 10:27 AM
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guess which one I made
3 pumpkins: face, kite, knife head
October 31, 2025 at 7:04 PM
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the great hello, goodbye
turning leaves overhead
October 31, 2025 at 1:17 PM
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Happy birthday!
October 25, 2025 at 5:58 PM
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last light
Those hills at sunset
October 25, 2025 at 5:39 PM
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the big yes
Leaves of the red oak
October 25, 2025 at 10:26 AM
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the well-named one
Purple jewels: berries of the Japanese beautyberry
October 25, 2025 at 10:25 AM
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don’t tell anybody
A mushroom under cedars
October 25, 2025 at 10:23 AM
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those hills, 24th October, 9.09am
Green grass, line of shadow-hollowed hills, blue sky. Thinking of Forster’s Marabar Caves. The ones Virginia would have stared at.
October 24, 2025 at 8:21 AM
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ground-level hello
from a yellow nasturtium with orange-red inner inkblot markings
October 23, 2025 at 8:19 AM
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3 weeks ago I swam. How the year does its thing.
Low tide sand and pebbles, curved line of the sea, distant cliffs
October 21, 2025 at 6:29 PM
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Swirling puffs of Old Man’s Beard
October 19, 2025 at 1:36 PM
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Mr S just back from Georgia. Here’s one from Sovetica.
Georgian souvenirs Culture We went by train to Georgia the year before the war started. At that time in Russia all the shops were empty and there was nothing left to drink. All the eau de cologne had been drunk, all the lotions. And when we got to Georgia I saw that not only was there eau de cologne in stock but there was even vodka. People had their own homes in the mountains with verandas. They had cars. And culture too. Little children played make-believe, the older ones played billiards. Where we came from little children just rooted through the rubbish heaps, the big ones too.
October 17, 2025 at 1:21 PM