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In the final bleak waiting room, we Arrange the urns along the wall In order of size. The biggest contains the ashes of a Life-time of regrets, bitter tastes Of… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
In the final bleak waiting room, we Arrange the urns along the wall In order of size. The biggest contains the ashes of a Life-time of regrets, bitter tastes Of… Continue Reading
Another fragmentary. This year’s blog now has over 266k words. Quite remarkable. I really didn’t think it would accumulate words so quickly and massively. Just goes to show how many… Continue Reading
funereal procedures protocols rituals protests placards arrests public grief private secrets practiced masks peaceful objections criminalised orders servants uniforms divine proclamation tyranny subservience assumed required rising against rites worship imposed… Continue Reading
the golden thread history is not written by the vanquished nor the suppressed nor the poor a web woven around a single thread of passing time measured obscurely when did… Continue Reading
A perspective. On average, about 2,000 people die in the UK every day. Yesterday, the Queen was one of them. Of course, when someone who has been at the centre… Continue Reading
Let’s face it. Self-editing is all very well, but depression knows no self-editing. I slept solidly but badly, if that makes sense, was at my desk here by 7:45 putting… Continue Reading
Off to London later. It will be my first in-person board meeting for 26 months to the date. It’s difficult to understand where those 26 months have gone, because it… 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