"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood" -T. S. Eliot
My Two Penn'orth Today, let our pursuits be anything but trivial. Poetry can twist and shout, cajole and flay; not ours. This time let it be the small-minded spirit of self-interest that is homeless. Should it not be the most generous genius settled at the heart of our craft? The hour has come the soul has waited long enough. We breathe the air of Buddha, of Socrates: Acting accordingly our art becomes great. This instant let us recognise our own strength and therefore take the most gentle care of all we hold in our hands. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brexit Update (07/08/17) We view the prospect before us with the uncertain mood of our weather clutching all kinds of lucky charms in shallow sleep we stormed away from the mainland now all our fingers are crossed that we don't wake up up to our necks in deep water Our seers are forecasting like mad but who can really see around corners no-one here would like to find themselves adrift in a slo-mo crash but our brave faces harbour fears of tragic pile-ups on this treacherous road A fever runs throughout the land all that could be said to others gallops round and round our splitting heads yet at the chance to speak we trade slogan for slogan laughing off the gravity posed as buoyant and lighthearted hahaha ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nocturne There's a thundercloud sweeping earth with shade a man juggling a hammer in one hand Irises grow wide and tall in spring, and mid-winter ice on a wren's garden bath gently tapped to crack There's a moody wave bites the granite face darkness and stillness retire hand in hand our future steps we sleep to dream range further for the picturesque where lyrical lines brush their limit breath taken away ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ V. S. Naipaul (1932-2018) At the house of Mr. Biswas we'd evesdrop: a bond between us. On moonless nights like this, I swear we had a light leading us there. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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