Buried Alive, from the book Livia (1978) in The Avignon Quintet.
A poem filling with water,
A woman swimming across it
Believing it a lake,
The words avail so little,
The water has carried them away
Frail as a drypoint the one kiss,
Renovation of a swimmer’s loving.
Attach a penny calendar to …
Decentralised Finance (DeFi) has crept into a couple of my go-to podcasts; folks I respect are talking about it so I wanted to learn it for myself. In this post I describe the approach I took to learning the Terra Blockchain. We set aside GUIs and Web Applications and instead interact with it …
An extract from Monsieur - Or the Prince of Darkness by Lawrence Durrell. Part of The Avignon Quintet.
In those days there were no real suburbs - the desert began almost at the gates of Alexandria and with it of course the damp enervating heat which soaked and bathed one, until one could feel the …
