289 articles in General

  • Alexander’s Tears

    The violent have taken the streets They built their Babels up and have done worship there In praise of naked works of men; (whose usuries condemn)   By dreams have mapped out, taught canards, involved to death, Have taken away as hostage men’s elective reasoned breath,   And falsified the tide of polity Waylaid at […]


    And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man; A motion and a spirit, […]

  • Home Comfort

    Comfort at home where charity begins, begins here where Sleek sinners’ feet take ease, and comfortable, oblivious all the while Of human mess and carnage: sure this party swings – And then there’s roundabouts, Those thorns when sorry sadness pricks another place Undoes another face Away somewhere in other plays than this five act recliner […]

  • At Durham Cathedral

    In the Book of Remembrance here the men’s cold Corpses were laid out Stout fellows with no life-doubt, hewers of the Coal; born fathers of their footsteps tramping to the Coalface, heaving, they tramp them back again And take the hoist going groaning like a keening Locomotive; steaming iron aching against iron All the livelong […]

  • Forward-Thinking

    It’s Jesus more than anything keeps me looking Forwards, stands me lightsomeness of potent hopes No dope from politicians, rock musicians means A jot at all, nor does the common road Of acquisitions pep me, prop me, not a nanobit Along the way I know I have the common journey Yet to show and undergo […]

  • Time Warps

    Time: the First Mover’s fatal instrument Fleet to avoid all stasis, room in which to think, Wanders a world commanding, commandeering Mustering squadroned minutes spelt as numbers indolently   Then that full-brother, glad-hand-thief, devourer, Fate Struts like a reiver scouring on a plain, no ample way Approves his barbarous manner bringing consternations Wrought like a […]

  • Sent Out of The Garden

    The little girls next door are playing singing games in the garden Suspended in air war planes fling out bombs on refugees In the peace of the garden the little girls ring-a-round in singing games The numbers on the Stockmarket announce a radio:   In my garden is air both hot and still, with only […]

  • Postmodernist Poem

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Postmodernism Postmodernism is a broad movement that developed in the mid- to late-20th century across philosophy, the arts, architecture, and criticism and that marked a departure from modernism.[1][2][3] The term has also more generally been applied to the historical era following modernity and the tendencies of this era.[4]   While encompassing a wide variety of approaches, postmodernism is generally defined by an attitude of scepticism, irony, or […]

  • “Going to California In my Mind” or “Within You- Without You”

      “Now that I have made this catalogue of swindles and perversions, let me give another example of the kind of writing that they lead to. This time it must of its nature be an imaginary one. I am going to translate a passage of good English into modern English of the worst sort. Here […]

  • The Towneley Cycle

    I was reading a book of The Towneley Cycle of mediaeval dramas, and I was struck, as I have been in the past when reading middle English texts, how it is that certain words as used by the writers of those plays betray their connections with other words; connections which we in our times have […]

  • 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 […]