Category Archives: Reflections

Stinging Nettle Soup – The Revenge of Four Eyes

For skinny boys with big teeth and Joe 90 specs, danger lurks in every crevice. When, at age 11, your antecedents pack you off to a boys-only, military boarding school, perched atop the tempest-scorched White Cliffs of Dover, unmanaged by gerontic … Continue reading

January 28, 2014 Posted in Reflections Tagged with: , , , , , , , , , , , 1 Comment

Pastblast – Jerusalem Offertory – Nor Shall his Pork Sword Sleep in his Hand

Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire! November 13th – shuffled sheepishly through Israeli immigration, enduring a 30-second staring down by an … Continue reading

January 19, 2014 Posted in Reflections Tagged with: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Leave a comment

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