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Poems in Public

Poetry once belonged only in open space – the mead hall by a great fire, where flea-bitten warriors sat at table with their lord ; or a place of worship or ceremony, the wedding, the funeral. Not in private, on paper, let alone on screen. Poetry belonged in the air between people, out loud… Continue reading Poems in Public

Poet on the Cliff

Let’s look again at St Aldhelm’s chapel, a small square Norman building on a  cliff-edge. It stands at the very tip of a promontory on the Dorset coast called –    a bit confusingly – St Alban’s Head.

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The chapel is… Continue reading Poet on the Cliff

Rafts in the Flood

The lords of misrule continue to flood our minds and lives with their disgraceful doings. But I can speak here of two small developments which, for me at least, are cheering and act in a way as rafts.

One concerns a new website, designed by Joseph Wolf : https://poemsforthewall.org

Here is… Continue reading Rafts in the Flood

The Flotsam of Frantic Dreams

 

We don’t know any more

where our lives belong

or even where to hide.

The walls of home

hold nothing up

or out

and the door hangs slack

on the hinge.

 

Where have our lives gone ?

 

I consult the… Continue reading The Flotsam of Frantic Dreams

That Child Alone in the Tower and Out on the Golf Course

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High Noon this Easter

Let’s recall the film “High Noon,” that great Western. The outlaw and his hoodlum cronies are riding into town. They want revenge on the sheriff, the keeper of the law. The sheriff scours the town looking for support, a posse of townspeople who will help him defend their community from the outlaws. The townspeople know… Continue reading High Noon this Easter

The Rule of the Rough Beast

A Rough Beast

 

The “Rough Beast” is a phrase from “The Second Coming” by YB Yeats. Written in 1919, it is a poem that becomes more topical with each passing day.

The last three lines of the poem above are a deliberate reference… Continue reading The Rule of the Rough Beast

HATRED : A SESTINA by Robert Friend

Hatred

is wanting

to hurt

and its fulfillment

dancing

on someone’s grave.

 

Because the insult was grave,

I must repay hatred with hatred,

abandon all pleasure: the dancing,

the flirting, the wallowing wantings

of every day. How drab their fulfillment

when… Continue reading HATRED : A SESTINA by Robert Friend

The Brain’s a Tunnel

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Owl sculpture by Dorothy Love… Continue reading The Brain's a Tunnel

Can Liberal Democracy Survive our Tumult ?

Can liberal democracy survive our tumultuous, bewildering, frightening, dangerous times ? Can it surmount them ? Can it direct the flailing social forces at work towards positive solutions, a viable human future ?

As things stand, it seems not to be coping at all. It is surely in great danger of allowing and even… Continue reading Can Liberal Democracy Survive our Tumult ?

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