Gardening Through the Apocalypse

About eighteen months ago, I went for a drink in the Arts CafĂ© in Islington. I was taken there by a woman I had only recently met. You reach the entrance down an unpromising side street off Essex Road, and climb the stairs where photocopied posters for small gigs or poetry readings are tacked to … Continue reading Gardening Through the Apocalypse

London Smoke: Iain Sinclair

'first a man and then a street' - Iain Sinclair Influences are tricky things, running like pathways of mercury through a writer's life. In part, to name a literary influence is to limit yourself, to take a place on the second step behind some greater figure. Sometimes, though, the opposite is true, and by naming … Continue reading London Smoke: Iain Sinclair