Archive for September, 2015

Wednesday, September 30th, 2015


You get home and there’s a load of foreigners queuing at the front door in a small nod to contemporary events.

Tuesday, September 29th, 2015


You fall out of the hammock
Into the quiet music
Illegally downloaded
And not really even enjoyed

Monday, September 28th, 2015


Sometimes you know I despair at what is heading our way
And use present pleasures as a fragile defence against future woes

Sunday, September 27th, 2015


The common men, who know very little of fortification, confound the ravelin and the half-moon together, — tho’ they are very different things; — not in their figure or construction, for we make them exactly alike in all points; — for they always consist of two faces, making a salient angle, with the gorges not straight, but in form of a crescent: — “Where then lies the difference?” (quoth my father, a little testily.) — In their situations, answered my uncle Toby: — For when a ravelin, brother, stands before the curtin, it is a ravelin; and when a ravelin stands before a bastion, then the ravelin is not a ravelin; — it is a half-moon; — a half-moon likewise is a half-moon, and no more, so long as it stands before its bastion; — but was it to change place, and get before the curtin, — ‘twould be no longer a half-moon; a half-moon, in that case, is not a half-moon; — ’tis no more than a ravelin.


Laurence Sterne, from The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman, Vol.2 Chapter 12 (1760)

Saturday, September 26th, 2015


As if the hospital were a farm
we’re herded in and out I saw a chicken
smiling he knew what was happening

Friday, September 25th, 2015


You can tell when something is true – it’s difficult to believe.

Thursday, September 24th, 2015


You can tell when I’m making something up – it has the ring of truth.

Wednesday, September 23rd, 2015


The frozen ambiance of –
what do we know of this here in the tropics?

Tuesday, September 22nd, 2015



Monday, September 21st, 2015


Cucumber baguettes –
there is something about them –

go wild!