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	<description>In the midst of life I woke to find myself living in an old house beside Brick Lane in the East End of London</description>
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		By: Mike Levy		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Mike Levy]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Jan 2020 20:48:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Absolutely wonderful work! Thanks for posting!]]></description>
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		By: Edward Rekkers		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Edward Rekkers]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Jan 2020 13:07:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Brilliant. Love this one. A happy new year to you.]]></description>
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		By: Rob Edwards		</title>
		<link>https://spitalfieldslife.com/2019/12/31/the-night-city-by-w-s-graham/#comment-1326421</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Rob Edwards]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Jan 2020 00:13:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ethereal city, blue-black buildings, blue-black people, yesterday&#039;s light gone down darkening into the West, tomorrow&#039;s bright dawn yet to rise shimmering in the East.

A moment turns and with it goes an old decade and in comes a new decade, Sweet Thames continuing to flow sublimely by in the depths of its opacity.

Nice nocturnal work Gentle Author, a photo essay to remember, built on a poem I&#039;m glad - as I&#039;m sure others are - to have been acquainted with.

Stroll on into the 2020s.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ethereal city, blue-black buildings, blue-black people, yesterday&#8217;s light gone down darkening into the West, tomorrow&#8217;s bright dawn yet to rise shimmering in the East.</p>
<p>A moment turns and with it goes an old decade and in comes a new decade, Sweet Thames continuing to flow sublimely by in the depths of its opacity.</p>
<p>Nice nocturnal work Gentle Author, a photo essay to remember, built on a poem I&#8217;m glad &#8211; as I&#8217;m sure others are &#8211; to have been acquainted with.</p>
<p>Stroll on into the 2020s.</p>
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		By: Pimlico Pete		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Pimlico Pete]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jan 2020 13:32:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The photos evoke something older than last year don&#039;t they? Each viewer will have an own favourite era to attach them to, either from their personal history or from a work such as the W S Graham poem.

If I may I will recall something from the late sixties. London was quiet after midnight. Walking home to Pimlico after a late shift in the West End. Down Bond Street, through Queen&#039;s Walk by the side of Green Park. Buckingham Palace. Victoria Station. Oh the hush of it all. 

A little disappointment when the walk was over as, when the nights were warm, I would have gladly done another hour&#039;s worth. But making sure to reach the end before dawn broke and the spell of night was broken with it.

A retained image of such walks has lasted for all these years, decades. Not the very occasional passer by or a bread delivery van. It was the belisha beacons. Blinking for no one. Didn&#039;t they deserve a rest? Some free time to compose themselves for the morning rush.

I was surprised to have this memory recently rekindled by a piece of music. It&#039;s not of that time and I had never heard of Al Bowlly then. His song &quot;Why Dream&quot; certainly suggests the quiet of night, thoughtfulness, longings tempered by a sense of wellbeing. The song has a continuous and gentle trumpet motif of &quot;doo wah... doo wah...&quot;. Well I think it&#039;s a trumpet. But it is certainly a belisha beacon flashing on and off for no one there. Just like London at night.

Al Bowlly&#039;s &quot;Why Dream&quot; is on Youtube.

All the best from Pimlico Pete]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The photos evoke something older than last year don&#8217;t they? Each viewer will have an own favourite era to attach them to, either from their personal history or from a work such as the W S Graham poem.</p>
<p>If I may I will recall something from the late sixties. London was quiet after midnight. Walking home to Pimlico after a late shift in the West End. Down Bond Street, through Queen&#8217;s Walk by the side of Green Park. Buckingham Palace. Victoria Station. Oh the hush of it all. </p>
<p>A little disappointment when the walk was over as, when the nights were warm, I would have gladly done another hour&#8217;s worth. But making sure to reach the end before dawn broke and the spell of night was broken with it.</p>
<p>A retained image of such walks has lasted for all these years, decades. Not the very occasional passer by or a bread delivery van. It was the belisha beacons. Blinking for no one. Didn&#8217;t they deserve a rest? Some free time to compose themselves for the morning rush.</p>
<p>I was surprised to have this memory recently rekindled by a piece of music. It&#8217;s not of that time and I had never heard of Al Bowlly then. His song &#8220;Why Dream&#8221; certainly suggests the quiet of night, thoughtfulness, longings tempered by a sense of wellbeing. The song has a continuous and gentle trumpet motif of &#8220;doo wah&#8230; doo wah&#8230;&#8221;. Well I think it&#8217;s a trumpet. But it is certainly a belisha beacon flashing on and off for no one there. Just like London at night.</p>
<p>Al Bowlly&#8217;s &#8220;Why Dream&#8221; is on Youtube.</p>
<p>All the best from Pimlico Pete</p>
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		By: Pamela Traves		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Pamela Traves]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jan 2020 07:35:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I am a Night Owl and these Dark Night Pictures are My Dreams.???]]></description>
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		By: Amanda		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Amanda]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Dec 2019 22:20:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Such nostalgia for me.
Thank you  Gentle Author for your magical clandestine stroll.   l am blessed to have been to all these haunts in my twenties and again recently.

Tonight l drove home across spooky uninhabited forest roads guided only by the golden crescent of the moon, still feeling blessed l have lived this long to continue my hair brained escapades.

Blessings for the New Year to one and all.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Such nostalgia for me.<br />
Thank you  Gentle Author for your magical clandestine stroll.   l am blessed to have been to all these haunts in my twenties and again recently.</p>
<p>Tonight l drove home across spooky uninhabited forest roads guided only by the golden crescent of the moon, still feeling blessed l have lived this long to continue my hair brained escapades.</p>
<p>Blessings for the New Year to one and all.</p>
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		By: Nicholas Sack		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicholas Sack]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Dec 2019 20:34:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Superb photographs, GA: brilliantly conceived and masterfully executed.  Brimming with intrigue and foreboding, redolent of the great Bill Brandt.  This is a rare triumph of poetry and images working together with potency preserved on both sides.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Superb photographs, GA: brilliantly conceived and masterfully executed.  Brimming with intrigue and foreboding, redolent of the great Bill Brandt.  This is a rare triumph of poetry and images working together with potency preserved on both sides.</p>
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		By: Debra Matheney		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Debra Matheney]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Dec 2019 20:25:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[So evocative.  Happy New Year to one and all.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So evocative.  Happy New Year to one and all.</p>
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		By: Jill Wilson		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jill Wilson]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Dec 2019 20:01:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Great images!

I particularly love these unexpected and inspired posts where imagery and words are combined so beautifully (my favourite blog of this year was the brilliant one from Dr Johnson&#039;s house).

Happy new year, and keep up the good work...xx]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great images!</p>
<p>I particularly love these unexpected and inspired posts where imagery and words are combined so beautifully (my favourite blog of this year was the brilliant one from Dr Johnson&#8217;s house).</p>
<p>Happy new year, and keep up the good work&#8230;xx</p>
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		By: Peter		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Peter]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Dec 2019 18:46:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Exceptional images and poem. Thank you Gentle Author for this and all your work. Happy New Year.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Exceptional images and poem. Thank you Gentle Author for this and all your work. Happy New Year.</p>
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