Archive for October, 2016

Friday, October 21st, 2016


Just arrived: an invitation to contribute to an anthology of poems in celebration of pubs, to be edited by [names withheld for no particular reason]

Thursday, October 20th, 2016


Just arrived: an invitation to speak at a forum on “Nature’s Ways” and what they mean “for the man or woman in the street in a time of economic austerity and political correctness.”

Wednesday, October 19th, 2016


All forms of enquiry are confounding but these forms blow me away
I shall never get a handle on any of this

Tuesday, October 18th, 2016


And if space is hurtling in a dizziness around us
it’s impossible to say if any of the signs have been correctly interpreted

Monday, October 17th, 2016


In my free time I’ve been attempting
To decode the sea and the sand around it
For to take my mind off some pressing problems

Sunday, October 16th, 2016


Dreams are made of wakefulness. I don’t drink but somehow the level of the wine in the bottle
keeps getting lower until eventually one has no choice but to replace the bottle with another
bottle whose level of wine is higher, or exists.

Saturday, October 15th, 2016


Oh, the idea police just rapped on my forehead
and told me to put a sock in it. As if I have a spare sock –

Friday, October 14th, 2016


(To break the pentameter, that was the first heave)
Pound / Canto LXXXI [Most of what we say and do is unnecessary: remove the superfluity,
and you will have more time and less bother] Marcus Aurelius / Meditations Book IV
to buy potatoes
& email Chuck

Thursday, October 13th, 2016


“I have no idea what I am doing……. It’s hard to describe. As I approach the end of my life, I have even less and less interest in examining what have got to be very superficial evaluations or opinions about the significance of one’s life or one’s work. I was never given to it when I was healthy, and I am less given to it now.”

Leonard Cohen, in The New Yorker, October 2016

Wednesday, October 12th, 2016


(& yes, I know he’s sick
but that shouldn’t prevent us
from enjoying some enjoyment
at his expense) Meanwhile, we continue unabated upon our mean-spirited quest for spiritual desolation.