In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk
The question is, I suppose, what makes a neighbourhood, at the present time ? North Italy is quite a distance away from the river Severn, and in lock-down. But so is Britain, I and my next door neighbour and neighbours.
But now that we in Britain have “got it… Continue reading The Severn in the Neighbourhood of North Italy
I am getting to know the River Severn. A longish poem about it is already up among the “collected works” on the right (“Of My Neighbour the Severn”)
Here below are some later brief impressions, or experiences, of the Severn’s nature.
The picture above was taken by Nicola Knoop.
I am uploading another collection of poems here. I am also adding it to the collections listed down the right hand side of this blog’s home page.
“Another” collection, but not a new one. Some of its poems were written several years ago, although every year, I check… Continue reading Poems in Memoriam in Time for Lent
A few years ago, I worked free-lance in central London as a sort of facilitator on behalf of the local mental health services. I had been trained as a social worker and for decades previously had worked as a manager of community centres for people with long term… Continue reading Live Music Sweeps the Board
And I’ll ride homeand I’ll ride home.The sound of the tyres is soothingthe sound of the tyres is soothing.And home’s elusiveand home’s elusive.
And home is where I find myselfhome is where I becomeand home is where I find myselfhome is where I… Continue reading Homage to Captain Beefheart in a Time of Plague
I want to talk about the British Labour Party which – despite everything – still occupies the ground I look to for the beginning of this nation’s regeneration and return to health.
But “ground” is one thing ; the withered and stunted vegetation I see presently over-running and littering… Continue reading Britain's Return to Health
Our race has re-made the world to be a reflection of our own chaotic inner lives and processes. We’ve fashioned our environment in such a way that it has become our self-portrait (if we dare to look). Perhaps we see ourselves for the first time, when we look… Continue reading Cat Vies with Hard Drive for my Soul
Semantics – the study of words and their meanings – is an important subject, after all. I used to hang back from it as being peripheral, academic, finickity, pedantic. But now, especially in this era when the Lie is so greatly in the ascendant, I see more… Continue reading What does “Advisor” mean in Toadland ?
The stanza was written and uploaded on the day the UK left the EU, January 31st, 2020. The picture is of a tower built in Victorian times in belated tribute to the great William Tyndale. It stands on the edge… Continue reading Where the Hoodlums Are
Around the world, the hoodlums and outlaws are running amok, in their suits of armour made of lies. By contrast, the sheriffs seem downcast, overwhelmed and on the run. I feel downcast and overwhelmed, too. Might it mean that I’m a sheriff, in disguise ? But there is no star in my cupboard.
The picture I… Continue reading High Noon is Nearly Upon Us. Where's the Sheriff ?
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