All day, every day

Sun streaming through the front window of a quarantine-emptied cafe in Brunswick Street, Fitzroy.  When it is open, it is open all day, and the bottles of sauce and mustard on the table sit in the sun all day too, building up a flavoursome, salty plug, just waiting to be squeezed hard and explode across an unsuspecting diner’s plate.

All day (final)

The line of beauty

Hogarth claimed to have identified the line of beauty, but I think Jerry Hirshberg gave it concrete form in the rear quarter panel of the 1971 Buick Riviera.

My dad owned one of these, and I remember the queasy feeling of bouncing along on shock absorbers that felt like they were made of bubble gum.  These were for looking at rather than riding in.

Buick quarter panel

Salute to an unparalleled serpent

Unusually for a head of state, Saddam Hussein retained a poet in residence.  It is very difficult to make the words ‘unparalleled serpent’ scan in a poem, but he managed it when describing Madeleine Albright, the US secretary of state.

Madeleine Albright was known for wearing ‘big honker brooches’ on diplomatic missions.  This is a quick impression of a bee brooch she wore when wrangling with Yasser Arafat.

Bee