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Canto Ten
“D’you think it’s fine for me to have a look inside the tombs and see what’s there? The dark and void-like space becomes an addict’s hook to someone curious like me.” The stark response from Pat is...
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The Plumbing Cantos: Canto XI
We slosh along through sewage to a smell so full-on that we’re forced to catch our breath. The rising currents from the holding cells much further down escarpments; smells of death are emanating from...
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Canto XII: VIOLENCE
Canto XII While sliding down a steep escarpment, scree and faeces twisting ankles while we try to slow ourselves enough, though hard to see it’s possible to feel the lime applied by builders from...
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Canto XIII. The Forest of The Suicides
CANTO XIII We left behind the Nessus and the blood but new oppressive feelings followed on while hiding in a sickly blackened wood. Above the trees, the Harpies sing their song the Forest of The...
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It’s a gas A photo posted by Michael L Radcliffe (@artbizness) on Sep 30, 2016 at 4:19am PDT A plumber’s blowtorch, soldering a tube, will reach about 2000 centigrade. Cleaned copper, fluxed, when...
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The Plumbing Cantos: Canto XV
The concrete river’s mist makes harder work of walking through the burning sandy plain. Carcinogens in concrete tend to lurk for days and lodge in paranasal veins. But nothing else protects us from...
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The Plumbing Cantos: Canto 9
I must admit it’s hard to trust a guide whose face is drained of colour just like that as if your fears are also justified As nervously he smooths his coat down flat, then seeing how he’s worried me,...
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“Ah there he is!” says Patrick, beckoning the creature over gleefully. “He’s knocked some walls down, this one! Kicks up quite a stink!” I couldn’t see him landing on the rocks the way that Patrick...
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The vantage point from sitting on a beast like Geryon, (the one I rode before) gave us an overview of things – at least this circle, made of separate levels. More like looking down a spiral staircase...
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I recognise the curve of your spine screwed up over your favourite screen carpace forming against any possible onslaught of early bed time clean teeth or curtailed pastimes You do it well. My own...
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