Category free speech

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

To lie to the People is a capital offence.

All Westminster MP’s are required to swear to tell the truth. I have been told this on the good authority of my own MP. She told me that new MP’s must swear to abide by the seven Nolan principles. The sixth of these states that holders of public office should be truthful.

But the Nolan… Continue reading To lie to the People is a capital offence.

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 Angel Overhead

 

In his grief, he asked the angel hanging overhead,

his faceless confessor  :

Why, Lord, do sinners’ ways so grossly prosper ?

How can you allow the Lie so fatly to preside ?

And the angel answered :

I invited you to my feast,

my laden tables… Continue reading The Angel Overhead

A Drawing of Conclusions

It is surely still natural to respect a conclusion that is reached through cogent argument. Each stage of the argument leads to the next stage, like a series of links in a chain. The conclusion is given its authority, its right to be heard and accepted, by the strength of the links that have led… Continue reading A Drawing of Conclusions

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

Sayings

Reaching for words
is like searching the earth
for stones
and then shaping them
one after another
into a path.

 

 

Your words took my breath away.

They killed me with their song.

They made my womb turn over.

Sing to me again.

 

The words… Continue reading Sayings

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 ?

Post “Brexit” Blues and Bubbling Ferments

Here I have collated various addresses I have come across or been sent during the past few weeks. They link to various initiatives and/or reflections which I find interesting and helpful, following the referendum decision and the course – “Brexit means Brexit” – which appears to have been set for our unknown destination on the… Continue reading Post "Brexit" Blues and Bubbling Ferments

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