“A night of exhilaration, of boredom and terror, in which the merest of sounds took on other forms - grew large in the expanse of darkness. After several hours the sheep gradually stopped calling to each other from accross the… — richard skelton Copy Share Image
“How to begin writing this down? Shall it be a simple inventory? A list of parts. Names. Dates. Genealogies. Sound begetting sound. Endless melody. If I were to say – a robin sings in the trees across the field from this coppice – would that be enough? Could you flesh things out from such a meagre outline? Or should I… — Richard Skelton Copy Share
“And how to stop the rot? How to salvage something from time's passage? How long before the map makers decide to erase this structure… — richard skelton Copy Share Image
“A night of exhilaration, of boredom and terror, in which the merest of sounds took on other forms - grew large in the expanse… — richard skelton Copy Share Image
