279 articles in General

  • Returning to a Future

    “I been down so long, bottom looks like up”   Change, rearrange, sort out our minds Brew a fad; make it, manufacture chapter, verse, Then give it nurse Those averse at first, shall be won and sobered, brought around: An insistent supervision jams them custard-pies   (It’s a staple feed, a rudimentary dish A message […]

  • Who’s The Man?

    Who asked you to do this thing on our behalves? To add into the leaf and plant the animal flesh and bone Who set your sure permissions to such lordly privilege? And whoso runs the motor of your arduous heat-engine?   Answer: Your master calls (the tune); Financier Backer, Patron, call him what you will, […]

  • The Shire and Mordor

    Tolkien’s home of the Hobbits is The Shire – and even the name, The Shire, brings to any Briton’s recollection those ‘shires’ in England in particular, where Tolkien lived out a lot of his long life. Edward Thomas, a contemporary  of Tolkien’s and a poet wrote a famous short poem named ‘Adlestrop’ which celebrates so […]

  • Saved from Self

    Each of us talks as though from the centre of things As though, in our centres of things, is the place to be, I know, is the locus falsetto which everyone sings, How to get through, undo, such a wicked death pledge of a sting!   Mine adores disobedience, it’s luscious, as sweet as is […]

  • Triumphs of the Will

    There’s a saying: ‘Knowledge is Power’; and so I ask, does this saying, if true, mean then that the pursuit and accumulation of knowledge is just another ‘trip’ our egos take; one by which we become able to push others around and have them do our bidding?  Is this power, if there is any, arising […]

  • Honest Love

    Here – have a supplement! beef-up your prepossession, Additive whey; adjusts tres bon the palate, shapes the limb, Similarly, puts on bulk in scrawny unregarded places Most fulsomely   Here, in this bowl of tears, wept tokens of Passion Friday, Crush signifying roses, red and bruised, blood-clotted blots Dropped from the cross, Our Lord’s self-offering, […]

  • Going Nowhere; Saying Nothings

    Being their livings, Homer, Shakespeare, Joyce, Distrusted words, distressed them oftentimes, And played them down, their fecklessness villainies Congenial mineral, vegetable, animal, all Grand luxury of bluster   Deprecation taints their lustres, soaring spirits, As to outdo themselves, they preached hypocrisy Feted their works create word-waves atomic, They irradiate ages, store frissons yet to factor […]

  • Enjoyment (at reading through ‘Scots Minor Poets’)

    I am half tickled – pat me on the back a tittle, Joy makes raids on me, waits, bids me happy office Ruffs my feathers, Half puffed-out self-importance, a conceited clever me   These roisterers do square and temper here my fool’s abundance Neat feisty blithesome rhymers of the clachan Know how they rob this […]