“An odd thought strikes me:—we shall receive no letters in the grave” (Samuel Johnson)
It strikes me that there will be books written, music performed, art created, films directed, science discovered – that I will never know about.
Tag: poetry
Rat kings
When times are
out of joint, and
people sense that
democracy
can be trumped,
fascists emerge
from under rocks,
from dark alleys,
from the woodwork,
from mum’s basements,
sniffing the air,
noses twitching,
ready for new
opportunities.
Rupert Murdoch’s America
USA was once
an amalgam of
Thomas Jefferson’s
America, and of
Abraham Lincoln’s
America, and of
John F Kennedy’s
America.
USA is
becoming an
amalgam of
Adolf Hitler’s
Germany, and
the Taliban’s
Afghanistan,
and of Atwood’s
Gilead
You must remember this
Do the people
you remember
with pleasure from
your past, feel the
same pleasure when
they remember
you, and picture
the same moments?
Sense less
I have never yet
heard, or seen, or read
anything said by
a religious
believer that makes
any sense at all.
Suits me
Perhaps the
time has come
to shed my
old image,
starting over
again and
surprising
all my friends,
but no, on
second thoughts,
I have grown
into my
clothes like a
second skin,
and am too
old to start
changing now.
Stands to reason
As long as
counter-
intuitive
is a thing,
common
sense
isn’t a thing.
Best friends from 1945 to 2022
Sandy
Pupsy
Kimmy
Millie
Ziggy
Jessie
Buffy
Lena
Beau
Oscar
May Day, M’aidez
One April I
was being born
at the end of
the second War
to end all wars.
This May a great
friend is turning
eighty and my
grandson will be
twenty one in
this merry month.
Meanwhile a new
European war
has erupted.
What the hell has
happened to me?
And to the world?
Falling, falling
A positive
covid test
sets you on
a journey
jumping out
of a plane
wondering
whether your
parachute
will open
before you
hit the ground
nomdeplume 