Category Language

The New Berserkers Take the Stage

Mr Toad and Mr Cummings having been making an impression. The “Remainers” are still stuttering and split. Can it get worse ?  It can. Mr Toad’s cunning plan has been to come out as a puffed up war lord, using his cabinet as his own personal commando unit. They wear… Continue reading The New Berserkers Take the Stage

Exhibition in Clifton Cathedral

Here are four pictures from the poetry exhibition held in Clifton Cathedral, Bristol, earlier this year. Basically, I am still learning what I can do with this WordPress… Continue reading Exhibition in Clifton Cathedral

The Parrot Studies the Human Brain

This stanza was written just minutes before it was announced that Mr B. Johnson, sacked twice in the past for being a liar, had just become Prime Minister of the UK. He had been elected to that position, not by the country, but by members of the Tory Party, some… Continue reading The Parrot Studies the Human Brain

The Caged Parrot Watches the Demons Dance

This piece returns to a preoccupation of my own, concerning language. What is the point of writing, the point of taking a  position and then articulating it ?

And of course that leads to the question, why keep writing these stanzas, these mere words amid all the bizarre and frantic… Continue reading The Caged Parrot Watches the Demons Dance

A Poem Exhibition in Clifton Cathedral

About three months ago, I organised an exhibition of poem-posters in Clifton Cathedral. This is a bold and wonderful Roman Catholic building in Bristol, designed and built in the 1960’s and 70’s. The exhibition took place on a balcony there… Continue reading A Poem Exhibition in Clifton Cathedral

The Parrot Returns to Talk of False Gods

When I wrote this, Boris Johnson was entertaining the nation with the question of when a certain photograph was taken. It claimed to show that the nation’s prospective Prime Minister had now made up with his girl-friend after their row. It was therefore safe to vote for him. He was… Continue reading The Parrot Returns to Talk of False Gods

He Overhears some Afterthoughts

In the UK, the local elections have just taken place, and the Tories did very badly and Labour just did badly. But that’s serious for Labour and for the rest of us. Labour should surely be a coming force by now, after month upon month of this worst of… Continue reading He Overhears some Afterthoughts

The Parrot Shakes the Bars

Instead of “shakes the bars” the author might just as well have written “wracks his brains” – a more conventional image, though equally physical a description. But since the parrot lives in a cage, it seemed fitting that he should do some violence to that, instead of to himself. … Continue reading The Parrot Shakes the Bars

The Parrot Advises on Leadership

This stanza offers some general thoughts on leadership and the part it plays – or fails to play. But it is also based on the specific image of the UK House of Commons, in which the Party of Government and the Party of Opposition face one another across the aisle… Continue reading The Parrot Advises on Leadership

The Parrot Takes New Bearings

I’m thinking here of our sleek new Foreign Secretary’s recent comment, saying – as reported in the Guardian – that “relations with the EU will be ‘poisoned for many years to come’ if Brussels fails to budge in the Brexit talks.” In other words, says Mr Hunt, he of… Continue reading The Parrot Takes New Bearings

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