On the sublime

Sunday was clear and fair and so I put on my walking shoes and drove out into the Pentland hills to finally visit Little Sparta.

I think this is as close to the sublime as I have ever come. The perfect fusion of landscape, art, poetry. The perfect fusion of intentional whimsy, revolution, resistance.

I now require to loosen my corset and stays, and recline in the drawing room to recover.


(Long Horizons (c) Wild Hawthorn Press)

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