Category: General
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The Bird of Paradise Danced Last Night
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The poet John Skelton lived in the reign of Henry 8th. He apparently wrote his satirical poem “Speak, Parrot” in the precincts of Westminster, from the sanctuary still precariously available in the minster there. In the poem, Galathea is a lady in waiting who plies the parrot with almonds and dates, as she tries to…
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The Soaring Bird
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The soaring bird did ok last night. It soared all round the Clifton branch of Waterstones. So did the name of the late Pat Boyden, to whom the book is dedicated. Even Maybot and the American Minotaur made an appearance, since this is the world we live in now, but they were each well…
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Of Animal and Other Meetings Book Launch
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The book itself is already online and for sale on this blog to the right of the home page. It is a collaboration between me, the author of the poems, and the members/artists of the Portugal Prints community, who produced the illustrations. Portugal Prints is based in Camden and run by Brent, Camden and Westminster Mind.…
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Parrot on the People’s March
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The people marching in London today were without a prime minister, or a leader of the opposition, or for that matter an effective political party to represent their interests. With jumped up fantasists from the bottom league running this nation, the people out on the streets today were giants and restored the nation’s honour, reminding…
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Parrot Counts the Cost of Youth
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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 important – for instance global warming and mass extinctions…
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Demos Highjacked
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The nightmare Brexit train seems to have hit yet another set of buffers. And still “the People have Spoken” is being quoted in hushed tones as if holy writ, despite the lies and misinformation, despite the mayhem and pressing questions, despite the obvious, the truths that glare. There is nothing holy about this mess. Let…