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Paul died in the early hours of 23rd April 2007. Artist; musician; extraordinary person, he battled with Motor Neurone Disease with dignity creativity and passion for 18 years. Paul was intimately connected with Leeds Postcards from 1984 to 1995 and designed advised and assisted on many of our projects and cards as well as partner to Christine Hankinson and stepfather to Thea and Joe. He is greatly mourned and missed.
 
fragments by Thomas Lovell Beddoes:

Why what's the world and time? a fleeting thought In the great meditating universe, A brief parenthesis in chaos.

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Let him lean against his life, that glassy interval ‘twixt us and nothing; and, upon the ground of his own slippery breath, draw hueless dreams, and gaze on frost-work hopes.

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Yet men die suddenly: One sits upon a strong and rocky life, Watching a street of many opulent years, and Hope's his mansion. Well! to-day do this,and so to-morrow; twenty hollow years are stuffed with action:—lo! upon his head drops a pin's point of time; tick! quoth the clock, and the grave snaps him. ...

The crevice 'twixt two after-dinner minutes, the crack between a pair of syllables, may sometimes be a grave as deep as 'tis from noon to midnight in the hoop of time.

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Seek glory? Never. The world's gossip Fame Is busy in the market-place, the 'change, at court or wrangling senate, noting down him of the fattest purse, the fabulous crest, the tongue right-honied or most poisonous. If Glory goes among the bristling spears, which war is mowing down; or walks the wave, when fate weighs kingdoms in their battle-fleets; or watches the still student at his work, reading the laws of nature in the heavens, or earth's minutest creature; she may find me: If not, I am contented with oblivion, as all the other millions.

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Nature? There's Man in every secret corner of her doing damned wicked deeds.

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Thomas Lovell Beddoes. 1803-1849. Poet, dramatist, political activist, anatomist, scientist, philosopher, linguist, scholar, actor, joker, depressive, seer.For more visit the beddoes website: www.phantomwooer.org