Pierrot
Pierrot in the metro, never full-seen. Present in the white faces of the passengers, the squirming gleam of the neon lights, the silver glint on the rails, the peeling posters, the scuffed rags of newspapers performing pirouettes along the platforms.
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Mark Valentine is interested in bungalow visionaries, bedsit occultists, back-street brooders, bus station café poets, top floor troubadours, chip shop radicals, quayside soothsayers, semi-detached flying saucerists, reading room ruminators, rucksack ley-hunters, apocalypticks in creepered villas, terraced house neo-kabbalists, tower block zaum-niks, seekers of zodiacs, cliff-edge samphire-gatherers, and allied trades.
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