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…
Tuesdays are busy – and it’s not over yet, so here is a poem I love and that keeps me alert… It’s by Emily Dickinson Tell all the truth Tell all the truth but tell it slant, Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the… Continue reading A poem
This is what I have been sewing recently. I chose the kit some time ago, but it has felt like an act of hope and defiance to sew it over the last few weeks. In fact, I love it so much, I might be making it again (possibly in a variety of colours) to give… Continue reading Hope and defiance, in a little way
The Leader – Poem by Roger McGough I wanna be the leader I wanna be the leader Can I be the leader? Can I? I can? Promise? Promise? Yippee I’m the leader I’m the leader OK what shall we do?
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.
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…
Today, after yesterday’s horror, I am grateful for those who run towards danger rather than away from it, for those who are in public service, and for those who are convinced that love will triumph over hate It says All terrorists are politely reminded this is London, and whatever you do to us, we will… Continue reading After yesterday….