Les Murray has this great poem – a tribute to The Fat. It’s not really possible to describe, so go and look it up. It’s called ‘Quintets for Robert Morley’ you’ll find it in New Selected Poetry or Learning Human or The People’s Otherworld and probably other…
The other day I sat in a cafe for two hours wearing my full ear headphones without playing any music. I have become a connoisseur of quiet.…
My wife diagnoses me with a mental illness based on a Google search.…
XIV. > Batter my heart, three-person’d God ; for you As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ; That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurp’d town, to another due, Labour…
> V If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent If the unheard, unspoken Word is unspoken, unheard; Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard, The Word without a word, the Word within The world and for the world; And the light shone in darkness and…
Hello, people of the future. Thanks for dropping in. Apologies for our antiquated interests and modes of expression. I’m hoping to come and visit you soon. And maybe we can become better acquainted. Love, dan…
I’m in a poetical mood this evening, and this is one of my absolute favourites. This is just a section from the longer work. If you haven’t read it then you really should – it’s particularly appropriate this week. T.S. Eliot. [http://andersonpost.org/2007/03/29/…