Fiction. Poetry, Art. Art and Poetry, working in harmony with the spontaneous creativity of nature, will like creation emerge from and of its self – naturally and freely. This is a collection of seven stories and seven fragmented poems. They were all written during spring, summer and autumn of twenty-twenty, a period of time in which, when the future looks back, will be referred to by a name that has yet to be decided. The words in this collection were not written as a result of this period, but they were undoubtedly affected by it. All of the words were written under the influence of freshly foraged wild herbs, hot water and honey.
At an early age, Christian Wingrove-Rogers suffered from an acute form of institutions allergy. It was brought on by an authoritative and traditional (as opposed to modern and forward thinking) private school and was not helped by spending Sunday mornings, that could have been spent ferally on the seashore, sitting on a hard bank badly singing dirges in a cold lightless building. The allergy was then exacerbated during a brief spell in the armed forces and later on, through various encounters with figures of authority and a draconian law designed purely to restrict the freedom of people with specific skin colour or liberal-minded attitudes. The young Christian, being a subject of the United Kingdom, which is an institution that can only exist by feeding on itself, was doomed. Therefore, in the middle of the 1980s, and in the interests of all concerned, he left...Author City: BERLIN GER