As he wondered around Hull in a strangely heightened and impressionable state there was something about the place that reminded him of Belgium.
…the tendency towards tired and overblown monumentalism
…something in the extravagant, blowsy, theatrical gestures
…the exhausted imperialism
…the peculiar and unpredictable municpalism
….the scruffiness, the deadpan appreciation of the sinister and unsettling dream…a street called ‘the land of green ginger’
Kept getting lost – always the same streets – couldn’t find the sea
couldn’t find the museum with the wooden idols in it
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