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… “What, not even Stoneland?”
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“Not even Stoneland,” smiles Wen.
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“Pity, they will never know what they are missing.”
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Category Archives: TV
Stairways of the mind…
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“There are a lot of ugly looking lions in Portmeirion.”
We shrink from wondering whether or not one of them is devouring the Buddha’s missing right forearm.
“And lots of steps.”
“Number Six spends a lot of time in the village running up and down steps.”
Run up one set of steps in Portmeirion and a Mansion becomes a Two-up-Two-down.
Run down another and one is accosted by a plaster-cast-christ declaiming on a balcony from which depends a black sheep.
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“Soft clothes?”
“Perspective. One is spatial, the other, intellectual.”
“Clever that.”
Here, the ridiculous jostles with the sublime to unfeasibly pleasing effect.
“It’s nothing more than a clutter and jumble of odds and sods, lovingly reassembled into, well, something, uncluttered and well ordered.”
“Much like memories, perhaps.”
“Or what memory makes of experience.”
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In the corner of that courtyard there, a manicured tree sprouts in-front of a doorway.
Or rather, a doorway, which leads nowhere, has been constructed behind a tree which is then kept manicured.
Its the perfect place in which to reconsider one’s cardinal points and be reminded of one’s priorities.
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Portals…
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“In the programme…” said the man wearing a green-kilt,
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“…the portal-stones lead to another time.”
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“He’s referring to a tele-vision programme,” said Wen, quietly.
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“And what of the non-tele-visual world?”
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“There isn’t one.”
