Because this rises like a hymn to something never there in a way that lots of things only think they do. I've never had any truck with 'authenticity' as a concept or theme or necessary virtue but this is what people mean, I suppose. This is a shattered artist, shattering.
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I was in Budgens earlier, this caught me cold in front of the tinned tomatoes. A kindly lady, tottering, glaucomic, asked me if I was OK. I muttered something about the kyrie eleison and went back to filling my trolley.
Brilliant. It's a spell alright. And the beauty is, I'm not even sure she knows it is...
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