Bookends…

L   If gale-force Fortune sweeps you off you feet, let it; ride it; and admit defeat.   There's no point in resisting; it's too strong - willy-nilly, you'll get swept along.   Palladas. Tony Harrrison   It was an unseasonably warm October night. The high winds of the midweek had ceased and it was still.... Continue Reading →

Theft and the Tragic Cycle

  The thing about coincidences is that they do tend to happen, if only by coincidence. Take my daughter's bike for example; as somebody did the other day. In the great pantheon of stealing, bike theft comes in at a very low ranking. If Aristotle was to pronounce upon it, he would state that bikes... Continue Reading →

Do you have a Mushy Middle?

I am hoping that the answer to that is no. However, in the last few years I have discovered (along with the rise of the right) there is a less strident and more sloth-like  movement that favours the, well the 'well' person. 'Well' means that you haven't really given it full consideration. You haven't looked... Continue Reading →

Read, read and read again…

'England is sick, and...English literature must save it. The Churches have failed, and social remedies being slow, English literature now has a triple function: still, I suppose, to delight and instruct us, but also, above all, to save our souls and to heal the State.'  George Gordon  Professor of Literature  Oxford University 1922 During the... Continue Reading →

God on Sex…

God wishes men to make love to their wives regularly. It's a duty, a religious observance, so why block the bedroom door? For men of independence, it is every day. For labourers, it is twice a week. For donkey drivers, once a week. For camel drivers, it is once every thirty days. For sailors, it... Continue Reading →

Madness, meditation, and madness.

She stops and nods at some of the patients come to stand around and stare out of eyes all red and puffy with sleep. She nods once to each. Precise, automatic gesture. Her face is smooth, calculated, and precision-made, like an expensive baby doll, skin like flesh-coloured enamel, blend of white and cream and baby-blue... Continue Reading →

Psycho Paths Lead To Greatness

  There is something unnervingly hypnotic about a psychopath. The eyes have it. They stride into ours and rearrange what we think is normality. In some ways it's akin to having a change of internal scenery with the sofa inhabiting a different area of the room whilst the armchairs are perfectly placed on the ceiling.... Continue Reading →

Another Brick Out Of The Wall.

It's a little hazy. The photograph has lost its clarity. The time has lost its surety. We have all become a little vague in the snapshot of history. Back then history was being created. The iron fist of Soviet imperialism and ideological subjugation had run its course and the real world was breaking through. Western... Continue Reading →

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