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Freedom doesn’t write itself with airspray on a toilet wall;
for only through deep work and trouble
(living as we do in 3-D rubble) can it come at all.
If left to find its own sweet way, inevitably it will
end up lost, alone and subject to decay
(at unrecoverable cost — a price for which so many foolly pay).
Ask any dungeon-dweller and she’ll translate
the scrawled-out ciphertext
from broken hearts to runes Read the rest of this entry »
SITTING HERE ON MY TERRACE in the ardent sunshine, I was going to write about the alchemical effect of music on the soul as strains of a Handel Concerto Grosso drifted through the living-room entrance. But as I began to type, I noticed a heart-stopping, long-awaited sight just a metre from where I was sitting: My little citrus Lime Tree had suddenly acquired a leaf-shoot bump, as I realised on closer inspection; followed later by more similar bumps all over it, along with a number of flower-buds bursting out with Read the rest of this entry »
There is a curtain right in front
of every soul who scours this earth;
though most are blind and see no veil
or element obscured by drapes.
And written on this curtain are
some words right off the Richter Scale
in ink invisible except to those
whose hearts the whole Truth rapes! Read the rest of this entry »
IF CHRISTMAS COMES EARLIER EACH YEAR, then so can my “Tasteless Kitschmas” Song (see the 3 images below). Do you think it will get in the “Hit Parade”? 🤣 The melody is in a “Skiffle” style, a bit like “My Old Man’s a Dustman”. 🙂 You’ll never hear me sing it; but I mean every word of it. Christmas… an obscenity on the face of humanity — like a hairy wart on a beauty-queen’s nose. What does it have to do with Christ? Nothing at all. Enjoy the song though… Click on “Read the rest of this Entry” to read it all: Read the rest of this entry »
There has never been a true “cessation of hostilities”.
For those three NewSpeak words can only ever be
a gassy smokescreen made to mask the secret liability
of those for whom all peace is all ways merely just
the disingenuous space that comes between 2 wars.
In every dirty hushful place where vulture salesmen
gather to be pedlars of the means of our destruction, Read the rest of this entry »