Another guileless and understated gem from our friend, Mr Strut and Huff: “Psychedelic invocations of Mata Hari at the station, I give to you.
Another guileless and understated gem from our friend, Mr Strut and Huff: “Psychedelic invocations of Mata Hari at the station, I give to you. A Java princess of Hindu Birth, a woman of flesh a child of earth, I give to you. The hanging gardens of Babylon, Miles Davis the black unicorn, I give to you. The Palaces of Montezuma and the Gardens of Akbar’s tomb, I give to you.” Jesus. For the record, it’s not the tediously dramatic imagery that bothers me, it’s the lack of modesty. All this pseudo-poetic clap-trap is just awkward self-mythologising from a crusty old narcissist.
