So-called “Remembrance Day” looms large again. Instead of buying poppies and making wreaths, there should be public readings of Wilfred Owen’s powerful and haunting war poetry, which was written in the battle trenches in 1917/18. Try this sonnet-drenched sample, where Owen shows what a lie it is to say that dying for your country in battle is “sweet and right”:
When you take the burdens of the world on your shoulders it’s difficult to feel like anything other than leaves falling as tears to the barren earth. Then all treachery and betrayal blends into one…
I’m bored and lonely said the voice
It came from my own head
I couldn’t hear a word at all
But I made out what it said
Don’t take too long to think about it. Fifteen authors (poets included) who have always influenced you and will always stick with you:
There is nothing more liberating and primeval than spending a whole day wandering around completely naked (not a metaphor). Makes me realise just how shielding and defensive clothes really are…
This is one of those sagas which came wrapped up in the tune. It’s about someone I knew many moons ago who should have become a lover but it couldn’t happen because of a major choice she made for herself in her teenage past. If you’re smart you can see what that choice was. Tragic. Still brings tears to my eyes. This is my favourite of all the songs I ever wrote.
This is a song about why there is so much wasted (suppressed) love in this world. Difficult though it may be, we have to confront our inner demons and unfreeze that which is frozen within us. In fact, there are aspects of our selves to which we have no choice but to die if we want to live and love.