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The History of the United Kingdom

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Are You Sitting Comfortably ?

The history of the United Kingdom (whose every seam is under terrible stretch and strain just now) continues so fast, so scattered, so hurt, so incoherent, so unguided and ill-advised, that it is hard… Continue reading The History of the United Kingdom

That Child Alone in the Tower and Out on the Golf Course

That Child Alone 2

HATRED : A SESTINA by Robert Friend

Hatred

is wanting

to hurt

and its fulfillment

dancing

on someone’s grave.

 

Because the insult was grave,

I must repay hatred with hatred,

abandon all pleasure: the dancing,

the flirting, the wallowing wantings

of every day. How drab their fulfillment

when… Continue reading HATRED : A SESTINA by Robert Friend

Shavings from The Rainbow

 

What is God, after all ?

If maggots in a dead dog

be but God kissing carrion,

what then is not God ?

 

And when the war began

it seemed that the poles

of the universe were cracking

and the whole

must go… Continue reading Shavings from The Rainbow

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 ?

Where to Look for Answers ?

Post Brexit, despair floods in, layer by layer ; the lamentable result itself, how it was arrived at, and the background from which the mayhem welled up, now cascading all over us. Any space anywhere for hope ?

In search of hope, where might we expect to look ? To the steppe from whence… Continue reading Where to Look for Answers ?

Wrestling with my Shadow

 

My shadow dogs my path. It dwarfs me,

this daemon, this desolate god.

Could I live shadow-free ?

Would I fly ?

What would be left of me ?

 

Here are some more thoughts on the shadow :

 

First Sightings

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