Sunday, 29 December 2019

Juvenilia . . . A Teenage Notebook . . .

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A grief ago * A grief ago the fire burned itself out where this small dog now dares to paw the ashes. I shall not shout at on...
Tuesday, 19 November 2019

Invictus . . . Mother Courage . . .

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          My shoe is old ; its  story’s told,             whatever shall I do?            T here’s no foothold  ; the world is cold,     ...
Monday, 4 November 2019

Dramatick Verse, a Fragment : Horatius Holds the Bridge

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              HORATIUS  :        A rout no child would own!                                       You speak catastrophe.                 ...
Saturday, 26 October 2019

Variation on a Theme by Edna St. Vincent Millay.

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‘Man is a fish that swims in its own sperm.’               Imagine then a clean white linen napkin wound firmly round an eel so muscular ...
Monday, 21 October 2019

Miss Emily Dickinson Communes with the Great Dictator Mr John Milton . . .

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‘Do you ever yearn,’ she was asked, on a whim, ‘to have been first born  to  that Master of the Poem?’ ‘D aughter of blind Milton?...
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Friday, 18 October 2019

Shabby Chic – Choicest Colourways. The Bare Necessaries to Furnish a Cell for Solitude and Repose. Hadrian VII and Des Esseintes Share Know-How.

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Drab. Drab is, actually, a colour. It’s a dull, shabby, light brown.  A Subfusc Aesthetic.  And let’s not forget that it is from gr...

O Fruit of that Forbidden Tree whose Mortal Taste Brought All Our Woe . . .

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     . . . or did they misunderstand   and neither heard the rattle  of a serpentine warning when Eve thrust the apple  into Adam’s ha...