Buckman and Sandell – Siam and The Naked Queen.
In memory.
Posts from the ‘Outward Bound’ Category
Aug 13
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outward bound: this is personal
The cold dinner in a wet forest where every nighttime beastie needs warm blood.
outward bound, the initiation
Blackmud beach, winding goat tracks all wandering up to some unpainted timber shacks under the meagre shade of skinny-limbed eucalypts all monstered by the droning shrill of the world’s best cicada population.
ed reid, remembered
Bill Tilman was a knuckled down kind of man with a gouged out architrave of a forehead that looked lined like an in-coming groundswell, he sucked a pipe that would have satisfied a room full of potheads and he washed as insincerely as does any Englishman in the tropics.
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