my nerves are bad to-night

That’s one of the most extraordinary bird songs in the British Isles…

At first there was nothing and then a low and gentle noise came very softly from the Bowl, a faint sound, almost indescribable, but as if one held the tongue against the roof of the mouth and expelled the breath.  listen

ART: Nina Tichava

Tagged: alice thomas ellis, arthur machen, caerleon, catherine fisher, horatio clare, iain sinclair, jonathan preece, london, mark lewis, richard frame, tessa farmer, the great god pan, the hill of dreams, the shining pyramid, wentwood

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