Category ecology

The Parrot Cries Out

The Tories were holding their annual conference. The “Get  Brexit Done” slogan was everywhere and government sponsored adverts supporting Brexit were apparently going up in primary schools. The toad was leaping about to toadie applause, the beetle was sidling about to toadie terror. The rain was lashing down. The climate… Continue reading The Parrot Cries Out

Dust

Lost in the chaos of present events, we – or something in us – look to leadership for orientation, guidance and comfort. And the same something perhaps assumes that, the worse the crisis, the better that leadership must be and rescue is on the way. And assumes as well that, in this chaos, our own… Continue reading Dust

Judgement from Paradise

I don’t think there was any immediate catalyst for this stanza, as far as date or event were concerned. In the UK, as elsewhere, there just seemed to be so few redeeming features, no 5th cavalry rescue , no clearing of the mist, no light of sanity breaking through. The… Continue reading Judgement from Paradise

Still the Parrot Paces

In the third stanza of “Speak, Parrot” by John Skelton, you’ll find these lines : “With my bekė bent, my little wanton eye,/ My feathers fresh as is the emerald green,/About my neck a circulet like the rich ruby,/ my little leggės, my feet both feat and clean,/ I… Continue reading Still the Parrot Paces

A Brexiter Takes Stock of the Dark Star

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… Continue reading A Brexiter Takes Stock of the Dark Star

Parrot Counts the Cost of Youth

It struck me hard yesterday, that issues that are dominating our lives (or at least mine – unhealthily so)  – such as Trumplestiltskin in America, Brexitosis in the UK – appalling both – are actually just inexcusable distractions from issues and crisis far larger and more… Continue reading Parrot Counts the Cost of Youth

Dust

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… Continue reading Dust

Naming the Beast of the Year

 

This beast has our country’s contours

written all over it.

It has leapt from out of the ruins

of the city, those hollow squares,

and from the great labrynth below ground

where the thread got tangled,

and from the wi-fi and the wires

through which we… Continue reading Naming the Beast of the Year

Autumn UK 2016

 

Today our skies evicted the swallow

and the swift was banished weeks ago

and in Dorset the house martin

whose tiny mud globes once crammed the eaves

was simply absent all year.

 

And last week Putin, unrestrained,

bombed hospitals in Aleppo

and Trump continued… Continue reading Autumn UK 2016

Wrestling with my Shadow

 

My shadow dogs my path. It dwarfs me,

this daemon, this desolate god.

Could I live shadow-free ?

Would I fly ?

What would be left of me ?

 

Here are some more thoughts on the shadow :

 

First Sightings

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In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk

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