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
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
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
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
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
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
