In Despite of White Horses

Who is Mr Corbyn ? Mr Corbyn is a mist, a mild man standing on a platform made of our storm, carrying our projections. How to disentangle the yearnings of the young audience and the nightmares of the old one, from this slight, ageing man on… Continue reading In Despite of White Horses

The Crier Frets

They keep coming, still in Rhyme Royal. Once it was the parrot who begged liberty to speak. But now he’s become the town crier, in a cage, caught in a storm. Today’s stanza was brought to mind by a good piece by Matthew d’Ancona.  It… Continue reading The Crier Frets

…And Smash the Butterfly

Is this latest little necklace of words in the Rhyme Royal verse-form only a portrait of Mr Trump ?… Continue reading ...And Smash the Butterfly

Paradise Destroy

“Humankind cannot bear very much Reality” is a quote from the poem “Four Quartets” by TS Eliot. If humanity is ever to be buried in a graveyard, once our work is done, this quote will be writ large on our gravestone… Continue reading Paradise Destroy

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