Les Murray, Stephen Edgar

How often do you get the opportunity to walk up to the author of some of your favourite words and say “thankyou”? I did tonight. Les Murray probably won’t be around for all that many more years and his voice is as much a treasure as his words. I’…

A Cricket Sonnet (with tip of the Hat to John Keats)

Happy is England! I could be content To see no other pitches than its own; To feel no other breezes than are blown By her tall seamers with guileless bowling bent: Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment For wickets ‘Strine, and with inward groan Hunger for fields and Foes…

The Poetry of Sarah Palin

The Poetry of Sarah Palin. – By Hart Seely – Slate Magazine [http://www.slate.com/id/2201342/] If knowing how to field dress a moose doesn’t get you in the mood. Check out Sarah Palin’s more sensitive side. And then slip over to the Economist for your chance to…

An ampler physics

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…

Urban Hymn

I can't hear myself. Clouds crowd the top of the buildings. Red hair a flare down the grey street. Beats, too many beaten, asyncopation. Your Journey Begins Here, Go! around, around the block, It ends. Clouds shroud the New Jerusalem…

Psalm 65:1-4

A silence of praise is yours, Sounds unsounding ring out. In broken language and crippled moves, We complete our vow. Every word is yours, and still words fail Every move is yours Let us give praise! To you, all flesh is turned, Into your ear, our hearts and hurts are…

The Unheard Word

> 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…