Category pychology

A Brexiter Takes Stock of the Dark Star

I know that, in writing this, I was remembering a scene from an early “Star Wars” film. An ominous planet approaches. And I remember that image occurring to me, when I came across a book by Iain McGilchrist called “The Master and His Emissary – The Divided Brain and… Continue reading A Brexiter Takes Stock of the Dark Star

Jez and the Worship of Self

Jez is a fundamentalist. He abides by the iron rules that keep his head together, and have done all his life. He dare not break free. The nation pays for his incapacity, amongst so much we are paying for just now – including humankind’s inability to bear very much… Continue reading Jez and the Worship of Self

Parrot on the People’s March

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… Continue reading Parrot on the People's March

Paradise Destroy

“Humankind cannot bear very much Reality” is a quote from the poem “Four Quartets” by TS Eliot. If humanity is ever to be buried in a graveyard, once our work is done, this quote will be writ large on our gravestone… Continue reading Paradise Destroy

Augustin Doing Life

“Augustin Doing Life” is the title of a poem I wrote eight years ago. The Augustin of the title is Augustin Robespierre, younger brother of the much better known and also more fanatical Maximilien Robespierre, both swept along by the upheavals of the French Revolution, and quite… Continue reading Augustin Doing Life

Wrestling with the Dark Angel – a series of poems

This drawing by Gustave Doré is one of several depictions by well-known artists of an incident recorded in the Book of Genesis, in which Jacob wrestled with an angel for a night. Towards the morning, the angel touched Jacob on the thigh, which left him “halt”… Continue reading Wrestling with the Dark Angel - a series of poems

I Came Running

When Theresa May, the UK’s Conservative Prime Minister, called an election for June 2017, her manifesto included an opportunity to repeal New Labour’s ban on fox hunting. The Conservatives had expected to increase their majority, which would have eased May’s ability to push through Brexit. Instead… Continue reading I Came Running

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

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