In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk

Category: General

  • Riding the Hyphen between I and Thou

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    With our present tumult and travails in mind, I have remembered a series of poems I wrote in the mid-nineties called “I Hyphen Thou.” I thought they might be relevant then, but they seem even more so now. Below are two short extracts. The idea of the hyphen is based on a book called “I…

  • Post-Referendum First Thoughts

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    At the time of writing, Britain is faced with what the experienced commentator Michael White has described as the worst political crisis of his lifetime. Not just our political parties, but much of our democratic process seem to be imploding. It seems that, having voted to break away from the EU, our nation itself feels…

  • The EU Referendum

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    We note a rising panic on our street on behalf of Remain. Apparently the Labour faithful are not responding to the cool economic arguments Remain has orchestrated. Down with Them Foreigners – that’s the winning one. Our sceptred isle is now encircled and infiltrated by loadsa terrorists and criminals and other high-speed novelties and bewilderments,…

  • After Pentecost

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      We perch on this bright speck in the universe yet poison it   reach out for the truth yet poison the truth   partake of God yet poison our godliness   were made one of another yet poison one other.   In the cause of Self and poisoning all Other   we have only…

  • Homecoming

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    It’s as if the landscape has gathered you into its arms making you not just welcome here but whole. It has reached out and found you where you alone could not. You are never lost among these contours. They map your interior. You are discovered here.   Rogan Wolf, April 2016… continue reading

  • Easter 2016

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    I saw a man the other day to my surprise suspended from a single dot floating in the sky. He was attached to it by hands and feet nailed through. He looked dreadfully contorted. Perhaps the dot had fallen off some broken line or other. It drifted past on the wind the expression on the…

  • The Emperor travels to Piedmont

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    The last Emperor of Constantinople is still wandering Europe, hiding in huts and caves, bedding down beside the motorways, seeking cover, night after night, beside our continent’s frontiers all dressed out these days in barbed wire. Perhaps he seeks a new city, a new way of being, a way worthy of our race ; or…

  • We Have Government

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    We have government by massage, manipulation, lie. It attacks the body politic. We watch and we comply. Power is its only purpose deceit its only skill the electorate just putty for moulding to its will. Our “leaders” claim the right to rule through winning our consent their means of winning foul their ways of winning…