Liam Sprod
@liamsprod.bsky.social
'Life exists only on Earth, and not for long.'
Based in Sweden.
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Based in Sweden.
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Liam Sprod
@liamsprod.bsky.social
· Aug 14
If the heat is getting to people, I have copies of my book available... A novel set in the deep winter, full of thoughts on the ice age, the trash heap of the world, the emptiness of God, the possibility of the universal solvent, and the deep textures of the forest and the stones beneath it...
Another picture from some time ago. This was in London, and if feels like it should be autumn, but may have been deep into winter, the seasons feel different now. Time is in motion, the earth has moved and I have moved.
October 14, 2025 at 8:50 AM
Another picture from some time ago. This was in London, and if feels like it should be autumn, but may have been deep into winter, the seasons feel different now. Time is in motion, the earth has moved and I have moved.
Grey rags hanging from some sort of stone sifter found on a construction site on a rainy day in the outer suburbs of Stockholm many years ago...
September 24, 2025 at 1:27 PM
Grey rags hanging from some sort of stone sifter found on a construction site on a rainy day in the outer suburbs of Stockholm many years ago...
First frost this morning...
September 23, 2025 at 6:47 AM
First frost this morning...
Some of my German neighbours have recently brought an old horse up here. Now it stands in their garden looking rather melancholy. I live in the countryside, but this is not a field, only a small village block.
September 22, 2025 at 7:44 AM
Some of my German neighbours have recently brought an old horse up here. Now it stands in their garden looking rather melancholy. I live in the countryside, but this is not a field, only a small village block.
Today I cut the plants in the garden that had finished flowering and fruiting. I laid the cut stalks on the pile at the front of the garden and covered them in compost. I want to build a high wall of earth there. A fence requires planning permission, but the earth can rise of its own accord.
September 19, 2025 at 12:28 PM
Today I cut the plants in the garden that had finished flowering and fruiting. I laid the cut stalks on the pile at the front of the garden and covered them in compost. I want to build a high wall of earth there. A fence requires planning permission, but the earth can rise of its own accord.
An image from a past autumn, many years ago, when I lived on the very outskirts of London, far to the east, beyond the Thames Barrier, beside this marshland that was once, maybe still is or will be again, the floodplain of the river.
September 5, 2025 at 6:59 AM
An image from a past autumn, many years ago, when I lived on the very outskirts of London, far to the east, beyond the Thames Barrier, beside this marshland that was once, maybe still is or will be again, the floodplain of the river.
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Looking forward to reading -- thank you! @liamsprod.bsky.social
September 1, 2025 at 12:58 PM
Looking forward to reading -- thank you! @liamsprod.bsky.social
Today I went down into the cellar and swept all of the ash out from the boiler. It burns small wooden pellets that produce very fine, light grey ash. When I pour out the bucket of ash taken from the boiler, a cloud rises from the pile and spreads over the garden. I do this every few weeks.
August 20, 2025 at 5:57 PM
Today I went down into the cellar and swept all of the ash out from the boiler. It burns small wooden pellets that produce very fine, light grey ash. When I pour out the bucket of ash taken from the boiler, a cloud rises from the pile and spreads over the garden. I do this every few weeks.
Dreaming of this weather...
August 15, 2025 at 1:47 PM
Dreaming of this weather...
If the heat is getting to people, I have copies of my book available... A novel set in the deep winter, full of thoughts on the ice age, the trash heap of the world, the emptiness of God, the possibility of the universal solvent, and the deep textures of the forest and the stones beneath it...
August 14, 2025 at 5:23 PM
If the heat is getting to people, I have copies of my book available... A novel set in the deep winter, full of thoughts on the ice age, the trash heap of the world, the emptiness of God, the possibility of the universal solvent, and the deep textures of the forest and the stones beneath it...
Notes on Proust 9. I love the seeming triviality of this example of the duchess Guermantes changing her shoes, and how for Horkheimer this becomes important... How all experiences in Proust vibrate vividly after reading this...
Horkheimer on the task of literary criticism today (1941)
August 13, 2025 at 1:05 PM
Notes on Proust 9. I love the seeming triviality of this example of the duchess Guermantes changing her shoes, and how for Horkheimer this becomes important... How all experiences in Proust vibrate vividly after reading this...
Prästens Badkar [The Priest's Bathtub]. A 500-million-year-old sand volcano. Vik, Baltic coast.
July 12, 2025 at 8:13 PM
Prästens Badkar [The Priest's Bathtub]. A 500-million-year-old sand volcano. Vik, Baltic coast.
Notes on Proust 8. In his eighteenth lecture on metaphysics (29 July 1968), Adorno notes argues that religious experience as handed down by figures such as Saint John of the Cross is no longer accessible. Instead, he speaks of metaphysical experience and argues that:
June 12, 2025 at 1:08 PM
Notes on Proust 8. In his eighteenth lecture on metaphysics (29 July 1968), Adorno notes argues that religious experience as handed down by figures such as Saint John of the Cross is no longer accessible. Instead, he speaks of metaphysical experience and argues that:
I decided to do a test print of a strange manuscript I have been working on for a long time. It is a novel that is very inspired by the landscape here in Småland, but at the same time it is also a meditation on collapse, decay and release. If anyone would like a copy please get in touch. Blurb below
May 16, 2025 at 9:24 AM
I decided to do a test print of a strange manuscript I have been working on for a long time. It is a novel that is very inspired by the landscape here in Småland, but at the same time it is also a meditation on collapse, decay and release. If anyone would like a copy please get in touch. Blurb below
When I was a teenager, back before the internet when living in Tasmania really felt like the edge of the world, my mother went on a trip to Europe and I gave her a list of records to search out for me, things like Diamanda Galas and Einstürzende Neubauten, names I had only ever heard...
April 23, 2025 at 5:12 PM
When I was a teenager, back before the internet when living in Tasmania really felt like the edge of the world, my mother went on a trip to Europe and I gave her a list of records to search out for me, things like Diamanda Galas and Einstürzende Neubauten, names I had only ever heard...
Detail from the sinopia (under drawing) of the fresco Cosmography Theological by Piero di Puccio for the Camposanto Monumentale in Pisa. Such beautiful textures...
April 11, 2025 at 7:08 PM
Detail from the sinopia (under drawing) of the fresco Cosmography Theological by Piero di Puccio for the Camposanto Monumentale in Pisa. Such beautiful textures...
Notes on Proust 7 (a picture and a quote). 'And when I thought of Florence it was of a town miraculously scented and flower-like, since it was called the City of the Lilies, and its cathedral, Our Lady of the Flowers.'
April 10, 2025 at 7:02 PM
Notes on Proust 7 (a picture and a quote). 'And when I thought of Florence it was of a town miraculously scented and flower-like, since it was called the City of the Lilies, and its cathedral, Our Lady of the Flowers.'
The vertiginous geometries of Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore. I didn't quite go the full Stendahl, but we haven't been inside yet... tomorrow...
April 9, 2025 at 5:11 PM
The vertiginous geometries of Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore. I didn't quite go the full Stendahl, but we haven't been inside yet... tomorrow...
The beautiful work of Fra Angelico in the Basilica San Marco in Florence.
April 9, 2025 at 4:40 PM
The beautiful work of Fra Angelico in the Basilica San Marco in Florence.
Or patterns in fireplace bricks...
April 7, 2025 at 8:09 PM
Or patterns in fireplace bricks...
I go to some of the prettiest villages in Italy and spend more time photographing the textures of decay on some rusty doors...
April 7, 2025 at 7:58 PM
I go to some of the prettiest villages in Italy and spend more time photographing the textures of decay on some rusty doors...
Niki de Saint Phalle's Incredible Tarot Garden.
April 7, 2025 at 3:54 PM
Niki de Saint Phalle's Incredible Tarot Garden.
it is the equinox today and the Earth sits balanced in a moment when everything is equal almost in realisation that it should all stop here everything even
March 20, 2025 at 7:48 AM
it is the equinox today and the Earth sits balanced in a moment when everything is equal almost in realisation that it should all stop here everything even