Day 26
Another night’s bad sleep. And it’s nothing that the potions that do work will be able to help with. I think my mind is too adept at soaking up things… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Another night’s bad sleep. And it’s nothing that the potions that do work will be able to help with. I think my mind is too adept at soaking up things… Continue Reading
Last night, of course, I had many ideas for what I was going to write this morning. Now, woken from strange dreams (including one that involved incessantly phoning a football… Continue Reading
Yesterday evening, on the phone to my son, O, I reminded him that I was on holiday this week, and then went on to complain that I’d not got anything… Continue Reading
This morning is the first morning since the Winter Solstice, and since God knows when before then, that I’ve seen hope on the horizon before 7 am, hope in the… Continue Reading
On New Year’s Eve, actually New Year’s Day as it had gone midnight, I suddenly felt more than ever the claustrophobia this pandemic has inflicted on us. I wanted to… Continue Reading
Today’s the day. Today is the day. You are now free, if you so choose, to put more pressure on the already over-burdened NHS, to add to the queues for already underfunded… Continue Reading
The same people pledging to increase Street lighting are those who turned The lights off because, they said, We had to save public money. The same people pledging to put… Continue Reading
A hundred thousand Students deprived of education Turn against the screen showing nothing But a history deprived of context, A history designed to make them Only the mouthpieces of capitalism… Continue Reading
The law is nothing more than a word; Not binding, Not final, Not judging, Nor right. The law is nothing more than a sentiment; No meaning, No commitment, No vow,… Continue Reading
I’m now on the 151st day of my own personal lockdown, and only just realised it’s almost two months since I posted anything here. I don’t often talk about my… Continue Reading