Day 351
DANCE There is never a last dance. We Swim through the flames between The worlds of death and life and The fear disappears as we disintegrate And merge into these… Continue Reading
Day 350
Naming I remember reading about structuralism, de Saussure, and outdated notions about how different parts of language fitted one into the other to make meaning. Then turned the pages to… Continue Reading
Day 349
Just back from London. It’s 23:15. Strategic error – wearing a pair of new boots that I’d bought 5 years ago but only worn once, and that M took a… Continue Reading
Day 348
FROZEN The Thames is not frozen. No fear of breaking through Into the water by making a friend Of the treacherous ice. The sun Paints a gentle shine over the… Continue Reading
Day 347
So I’ve locked my twitter account, and will focus mainly on doing updates on Mastodon. Musk’s right-wing postings and lies about covid-19 scientists, and his short-notice dissolution of twitter’s Trust… Continue Reading
Day 346
Today has been too full. At work, report after report of death, misery, and need. December is the fullest monthof this, historically, but this one, and this day, has been… Continue Reading
Day 345
Bunkers Hill To crest the road here Is to risk losing your balance, And to skid down the remorseless Slope with no control nor hold, And even to descend upright… Continue Reading
Day 344
Treasure December. Rigid humidity. Taut webs. The bodies Nowhere to be found. No eight-limbed skeletons. The dark paths. Raw swamps Of unborn snow. Cracked sculptures In white and edges. Finality…. Continue Reading
Day 343
When I woke up this morning after about three hours sleep (A had a late shift last night that over-ran, and I didn’t get to bed till about 3, and… Continue Reading
Day 342
Ruined Summer ruined the medlars While we revelled in the heat Naked and smothered in sweat, Their leaves drowned in the sun And their roots suffocated in drought. Autumn came,… Continue Reading