Anon has brought my attention to a series of beautiful but troubling poems taped up in various places in Stockwell, and kindly photographed them for the blog.
Top left:
in 2003, to 2008, the sounds of violent windstorms are now recorded on 37 tapes, so far. I faced winds well over 100mph, and worse, and I thought it would never end. Being in a hurricane is no joke, and it's daring. C.A. Sue
Top right:
in 2003, to 2008, the sounds of violent windstorms were recorded on 37 tapes, as it happened, and it was bad. I faced winds well over 100 mph, and worse, and it took guts. Being in a hurricane is no joke, and it's never easy, I tell you. C.A. Sue
Bottom right:
in 2003, to 2008, the sounds of violent windstorms were recorded on 37 tapes, as it was happening. I faced winds up to 170mph, in one of the storms, and it was bad, but I got through it. Being in a hurricane is no joke at all, and I was not put off. C.A. Sue
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