Category politics

The Gaze Blank and Pitiless

WB Yeats’ poem “The Second Coming” was written almost exactly a century ago, but if it’s possible for a poem to become truer still with age, then surely this one does.

And yet…Yeats wrote his poem in 1919, in the aftermath… Continue reading The Gaze Blank and Pitiless

Word Play

“What is the purpose of poetry ?” I ask myself. Sometimes I find this question simple to answer. And sometimes the answer itself  is simple. The purpose of poetry is to work.… Continue reading Word Play

I See Everywhere the False

I thought this was true in 2014, when it was written. I did not know then that the truth can become truer.… Continue reading I See Everywhere the False

Counting

This poem seems to follow on a bit from the previous one uploaded here. But whereas I wrote “I Insist my Ribs…” over three years ago, “Counting” has been written in the last few days.

I have a vague idea of what… Continue reading Counting

Might Labour be the Force to Renew UK Politics ?

Our democratic politics isn’t working and, in my view, its dysfunction is one of the major causes of our present national crisis.

In so many ways, our political structures and democratic processes – not just here in the UK, but manifestly in other countries too – are under attack and also in question. We have to… Continue reading Might Labour be the Force to Renew UK Politics ?

Facing West over a Small Field

Here is a link to a poem about the poet D.J. Enright and his French wife, the artist Madeleine Enright. (See one of her pictures, above). They belonged in worlds quite foreign to me, but in the last few months of their lives, I chanced to… Continue reading Facing West over a Small Field

Anthem for a Lying Toad

The UK’s Brexit government have been showing us their true mettle in recent weeks. Following their disastrous response to the Covid-19 virus, they are itching to move on to enterprises more to their liking, but equally vulnerable to their incompetence. It has been said that “The Sleep of Reason Brings Forth Monsters” (it’s the title… Continue reading Anthem for a Lying Toad

Steps

Gathering Fruit

I Send Greetings from this Place

 

The place I’m thinking of this evening is called St Aldhelm’s Chapel, pictured above. It is a small and simple Norman structure built right on the edge of a Dorset cliff, facing out over the English Channel and beyond that to Europe. The chapel has no electricity and… Continue reading I Send Greetings from this Place

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