On the thingness of things…

Today, I am struck deeply by the intractability of the material world; I’m having trouble with “stuff” – things keep falling over, breaking, getting in the way, generally not doing what I want them to do. People are ill, being hurt, not finding life easy….I am deeply reminded of Paul Jennings article “Resistentialism”, with its… Continue reading On the thingness of things…

Sadness

This is the final two stanzas or a poem by Warsan Shire. The poem is called What They Did Yesterday Afternoon. Or in this case, yesterday evening….. later that night i held an atlas in my lap ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered where does it hurt? it answered everywhere everywhere everywhere.

Grateful for those who provide the words…

Good Friday is not supposed to be an easy day – and it’s not. I don’t know what to do with it, or how to make sense of it. But I am grateful for those whose poetic skills give shape to the chaos. And so two sections of poems. First ll39-56 of The Dream of… Continue reading Grateful for those who provide the words…