In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk

Category: Death

  • A Brexiter Takes Stock of the Dark Star

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    I know that, in writing this, I was remembering a scene from an early “Star Wars” film. An ominous planet approaches. And I remember that image occurring to me, when I came across a book by Iain McGilchrist called “The Master and His Emissary – The Divided Brain and the Making of the Western World.”…

  • Augustin Doing Life

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    “Augustin Doing Life” is the title of a poem I wrote eight years ago. The Augustin of the title is Augustin Robespierre, younger brother of the much better known and also more fanatical Maximilien Robespierre, both swept along by the upheavals of the French Revolution, and quite early in their lives, destroyed by them. They were…

  • One Reasonable Way

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      One reasonable way to weigh God’s Creation is to stand at night in open space and look upwards.   Infinite dark vastness beyond measure made effectively of nothing.   Scattered like dust through this archway of nothing you see pin-points of light called stars.   But these, you learn, although substantive, are also dead,…

  • I Came Running

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    When Theresa May, the UK’s Conservative Prime Minister, called an election for June 2017, her manifesto included an opportunity to repeal New Labour’s ban on fox hunting. The Conservatives had expected to increase their majority, which would have eased May’s ability to push through Brexit. Instead they lost it.   I came running. I’d heard…

  • Dust

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    The poem I’m publishing here foresees the end of the world. The false god Me n’ Mine has too many worshippers to be withstood. Besides Greed, the angel which serves Me n’ Mine most faithfully is the Lie and it is the Lie by which the false god rules and will destroy us all.  …

  • I Insist my Ribs Contain Stars

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