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June 3, 2016
Willow
Scent on a pillow fades.
In woodland glades
The willow
Weeps
As dusk creeps
Over the land.
The sand
Where lover’s feet Trod
Is printless now.
Oh see how
The grassy sod
Forms a bed
Where the dead
Sleep
And those that loved once, no longer weep.
June 2, 2016
Geans
Are we just our geans
Means
To a meaningless conclusion,
A confusion of arms, legs and bed?
The head
Is often overruled
By the fool
Lust.
Into eternity we thrust
Desperately hoping to leave one of our kind
Behind
Ere our dalliance ends in dust.
June 1, 2016
44 Things New Yorkers Don’t Know…
Some fascinating facts here. Number 9 (New York schools are more segregated than those in Mississippi) is sad given that we are in the 21st century.
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1. About 1 in every 36 people living in the United States resides in New York City.
2. Despite its name, about half of the 842-mile NYC subway system is actually above ground.
3. The game of Scrabble, the teddy bear, toilet paper, and the deep-fried Twinkie were all invented in NYC.
4. It’...
Poetry reading on Tuesday 7 June, at 7:45 pm, at the Y-Tuesday poetry event
I will be attending the Y-Tuesday poetry reading event on Tuesday 7 June, at 7:45 pm where I will be reading some of my poetry. If you are in the vicinity please do pop in to hear me and other poets reading our work. For details of Y-Tuesday events please visit (https://www.facebook.com/ytuesday.poetry).
Kevin
So you don’t want to take Amnesty’s word for it? Okay.
The respected human rights organisation Amnesty International has come out in favour of the decriminalisation of prostitution by which they mean payed sex between consenting adults. This post is thought provoking and well worth a read. Kevin
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Last week, Amnesty International finally published its full policy position on sex work. The reaction from anti-sex work feminists has been predictable: lots of vitriol, pe...
May 31, 2016
Of pigs and philosophers
Is it better to be a contented pig
And dig
In the mire,
Or a rich man who’s every desire
Is met
And yet
Each new toy
Brings but a fleeting joy?
Or is it preferable to be a philosopher who thinks
And ever further sinks
Into a slough of Despond?
How should one respond
To such a question, other than to interrogate the mind
For an answer it is impossible to find?
—
The above was prompted by this post, (https://alittledaydreamer.com/2016/05/30/do-we-need-the-answers-to-everything/)
Medieval Monday: The Labors of June
A fascinating post on the history and traditions surrounding June in medieval times.
June is just around the corner. In the Middle Ages, that meant not only a change in the weather, but a shift in daily labors, and in what was on the menu to eat.
While most crops were harvested much later in the summer, hay was the first to be cut in June, though it was typically poor quality. In a society so dependent on animals for survival, haying was a vital community activity, with the...
May 30, 2016
Future Libraries project offers hope for reading and humanity
A fascinating piece in “The Guardian” regarding the Future Libraries Project, where authors submit a manuscript which is securely stored and only read in 100 years from now (2114). The ceremony for handing over manuscripts takes place in a Norwegian forest who’s trees will be cut down in 100 years time to make paper on which the books submitted to the project will be printed. The latest author to hand over his manuscript is David Mitchell.
For the article please visit https://www.theguardian....
Why likes on Facebook shouldn’t matter
This young woman makes an important point about not allowing social media (particularly Facebook) to rule our lives.
I know you are probably going to ignore this post of mine or let’s just say that you wouldn’t even care to have a look because I don’t fall into your list of ‘the popular ones’. (Not that I care a bit.) But I would appreciate if you take a minute of your precious life and read this.
One year back, I decided to do the most difficult thing, that was to stop usin...
Composed more or less in realtime while sitting in a garden
The wind blows today.
It will go away
In time leaving me refreshed,
Yet my soul can not for long rest.
Children lark about
And shout.
I doubt
My brain
Which runs like an express train
Will
For long be still.
Listening to the leaves
I perceive
A need to write.
There is delight, in the wind chimes which on occasion sound,
Speaking of things more profound
Than I who am tied to this shifting ground.
The wind has dropped now
And I wonder how
My poem will be understood
By those who would
Try
To...
