https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmuTksCQP5w Just a quick one, I had to share these guys - love it.
Throughout recorded history people have glorified war. War is practically universal in human culture and equally common around the world is the celebration of it. Celebration as opposed to commemoration, though that boundary may be harder to draw than might be imagined. The headline image for this post shows a war memorial; commemoration of the… Continue reading War – Where is the glory?
Modern houses are made, for the most part, of brick and concrete blocks. Topped with tiled roofs. At least in the UK. There is a lot of labour in making the bricks but a major reason that they were, historically, expensive was the cost of fuel. Where timber is used as the fuel there is… Continue reading After The Deluge… Part 9: Houses
The other side of an evening of tango is when it goes wrong. I try to be philosophical about these times but... well in this case I waxed poetic: Mournful beat of a heart that is not mine,Alone in the crowded room, Packed tight among the writhing crush,Ungainly steps faltering, clashingDiscord among harmonyA dodgem amidst the waltz. Despite feeling so smallThere is nowhere to hide!
They say write about what you know...so I did. In my free time away from the keyboard I dance. Not in a club with ear shredding music but a social space where people can dance and talk. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rnt77ZIh8Ug Tango has been a part of my life for more than fifteen years. Depending on the time… Continue reading Friday Evening…
An odd subject I know but.one that has an odd fascination for me: fish traps. These labour saving devices have been independently invented by cultures all over the world and have a very ancient pedigree. At their most basic they are baskets that a set in a strong current to catch fish that seek to… Continue reading After The Deluge… Part8: Fish Traps
One of the features of life in my post apocalyptic world that people may find strange is the communality of living, for example the public bath houses. I should stress that I am not a communist nor a kibbutznik and, in common with most modern westerners, live in my own space. The idea that people… Continue reading After The Deluge… Part 7: Communal Living
I have no previous as a poet - in fact I am not sure that this is poetry at all but I was describing the rain covered window and it seemed quite neat so here it is: Rain on the pane, Races its track. Stoic drops in its wake. Markers of moments. Of pause and… Continue reading Scribblings… Part 1