Saturday, September 26, 2015

A Reflection on Love and Age

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  So, I suddenly find myself within a few weeks of my sixtieth birthday. And, of course, (life being a countdown), I have been expecting...
Friday, September 25, 2015

A Memory of my Father

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A Memory of my Father   Shaft of Sunlight, reflection off a million specks of dust, fed his face with lines and grace.   S...
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Saturday, September 19, 2015

Depression. One Fruit

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I must have written this on a quiet night. Occasionally I get depressed. Then the forward flow  of life is arrested and a disappointment...
Monday, September 14, 2015

Yesterday

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    A poem you said I should write.    An African nurse on your ward, born the day after her   grandmother died, called Yest...
Thursday, September 10, 2015

Tried and trusted strategies for improving political image

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1.        The party leader during prolonged applause should let his/her gaze travel along the balcony, whether there is or is not a balcon...
Sunday, September 6, 2015

Pain

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  Frida Kahlo knew more about pain than almost any artist I can think of. No surprise then that her paintings need go no further tha...
Thursday, September 3, 2015

The Clouds have overrun the sky

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    The whole countryside’s a fluster: meadows quivering, a tree is screaming, the boulders have clapped hands over their e...
Sunday, August 30, 2015

Do I love you, Science

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The Beginning of Science     Long before Saint Patrick, leather-footed musicians would keyhole dawn to catch the sun i...
Saturday, August 22, 2015

Ungar Died (a short play for lovers of film)

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o    What? ·          Ungar died. Ungar………….Felix. o    Tony Randall? ·          Jack Lemon. o    Oh. ·          The only m...
Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Jesus carries his cross through the Vatican

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It's taken most of the day, but  I think this picture shows the inappropriateness of the Vatican as a centre for the promulgation of th...
Saturday, August 15, 2015

Cities

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  City Lives.     They shout into space, answer each other like whales across great haunted distances; they never meet...
Saturday, August 8, 2015

Where Are You

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         Where Are You.   Where are you. Where are you child. Among the spring green leaves Naked as a lizard; I hear ...
Thursday, August 6, 2015

Love

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The idea, the word, the wish, the conjecture. High and low flying. The fog. Nothing easy or thought out but defeats you there, at the bottom...
Saturday, August 1, 2015

Art and poetry

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                                                                          Van Eyck: The Crucifixion with the Virgin and St John   El ...
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Monday, July 27, 2015

Mont Sainte Victoire

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  Cezanne's Mountain   i Like ice, like iron, glass, air, granite.      The sun inside it, through it, off ...