Yesterday was Poppy Day, or Rememberance Day, so I gave a thought to the dead. Although British, my mum’s Uncle Eric was at Gallipoli. His slender story follows a battle where a pile of corpses was waiting to be buried; amongst the mass of limbs someone saw a hand move. The man was not as […]
This morning’s ride ride into work seemed a bit sunnier than normal, although the London sky was as grey as ever. Perhaps this was because today, unlike yesterday, I didn’t having a screaming match with a reckless driver. But I think it was the news on The Today Programme, a radio show which though informative, […]
Stillness Road, Honor Oak Park, SE London
Poem 42
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– e. e. cummings
from 73 poems
See Psalm 46:10 and Dennis Wilson’s Be Still.
The markets have gone haywire again today, and the last figures available show that unemployment is up. I was wondering, if we are heading for some sort of great depression-style meltdown, will we all start wearing hats? Back in the thirties everyone in the dole queue, dustbowl migration and workers march seemed to sport a […]
