Category The brain

One Reasonable Way

 

One reasonable way

to weigh God’s Creation

is to stand at night

in open space

and look upwards.

 

Infinite dark

vastness beyond measure

made

effectively

of nothing.

 

Scattered like dust

through this archway of nothing

you see… Continue reading One Reasonable Way

Poems in Public

Poetry once belonged only in open space – the mead hall by a great fire, where flea-bitten warriors sat at table with their lord ; or a place of worship or ceremony, the wedding, the funeral. Not in private, on paper, let alone on screen. Poetry belonged in the air between people, out loud… Continue reading Poems in Public

Dust

The poem I’m publishing here foresees the end of the world. The false god Me n’ Mine has too many worshippers to be withstood. Besides Greed, the angel which serves Me n’ Mine most faithfully is the Lie and it is the Lie by which the false god rules and will destroy us all… Continue reading Dust

The Flotsam of Frantic Dreams

 

We don’t know any more

where our lives belong

or even where to hide.

The walls of home

hold nothing up

or out

and the door hangs slack

on the hinge.

 

Where have our lives gone ?

 

I consult the… Continue reading The Flotsam of Frantic Dreams

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

That Child Alone 2

The Brain’s a Tunnel

The Brain's a Tunnel 2

Owl sculpture by Dorothy Love… Continue reading The Brain's a Tunnel

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 ?

I See Everywhere the False

 

I see everywhere the false, the masked,

the sleek and hollow,

the bought and the creatured.

 

Their words twist the wind

tug at my mind

and steal from me

the hymns of my life

the sacred.

 

True words die

the… Continue reading I See Everywhere the False

Cat vies with Hard Drive for my soul

A psychiatrist called Iain McGilchrist has written what in my opinion is an extraordinary and important book called “The Master and his Emissary – The Divided Brain and the Making of the Western World.”  I feel instantly at home

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