Category Archives: Reflections

Pastblast – Gerard Hopkins: The Manley Burden of Responsibility

‘Enough: corruption was the world’s first woe. What need I strain my heart beyond my ken? O but I bear my burning witness though Against the wild and wanton work of men.’ Minutes from the annual general meeting of Julian Richards’ … Continue reading

March 17, 2013  • Posted in Reflections  •  Tagged with: , , , , , , ,  •  Leave a comment

Pastblast – The Raft of the Medusa

‘O stand, stand at the window As the tears scald and start; You shall love your crooked neighbour With your crooked heart.’ It is possible for life to be a bowl of shit. Or it can be a much smaller … Continue reading

March 10, 2013  • Posted in Reflections  •  Tagged with: , , , , , , , , ,  •  Leave a comment

The Foreboding

This poem causes actual pain. With thanks to the ever-luminous Paul Bromley-Slocombe. *** Looking by chance in at the open window I saw my own self seated in his chair With gaze abstracted, furrowed forehead, Unkempt hair. I thought that … Continue reading

January 27, 2013  • Posted in Reflections  •  1 Comment

In Paris With You

Don’t talk to me of love. I’ve had an earful And I get tearful when I’ve downed a drink or two. I’m one of your talking wounded. I’m a hostage. I’m maroonded. But I’m in Paris with you. Yes I’m … Continue reading

January 21, 2013  • Posted in Reflections  •  Leave a comment

Monna Innominata

I wish I could remember that first day, First hour, first moment of your meeting me, If bright or dim the season, it might be Summer or Winter for aught I can say; So unrecorded did it slip away, So … Continue reading

January 17, 2013  • Posted in Reflections  •  Leave a comment

From ‘Last Poems’

Understand, I’ll slip quietly Away from the noisy crowd When I see the pale Stars rising, blooming over the oaks. I’ll pursue solitary pathways Through the pale twilit meadows, With only this one dream: You fuck off. Hans Neesund Bühmsedese

January 4, 2013  • Posted in Reflections  •  Leave a comment

Table on Ten Meets Bell End in 1978 at Woodsford Castle

Bloomville style quail egg pizza and grain-finished muscovy duck be damned. When in England, eat like the English. Better still, having culled Weymouth Oxfam for its Alison Steadman sartorial gems, ring in New Year 2013 by eating like the English … Continue reading

January 3, 2013  • Posted in Reflections  •  Tagged with: , , , , , , , ,  •  3 Comments