Join the “smarty” gang….

You will not get the grantsIf you are too “doomy”You must dance the danceAnd make the future ‘roomy’ If you talk of limitsEyebrows will be raised.Do not be so dim! - it’sTech that must be praised! Take the secret oathAnd join the “smarty” gang;NEVER question growthAnd let the future hang

Poetry for the Fafocene

There are Things I Have to Do. I went for a yomp to feed moorhens and swans (and shed lard - I go out with a weighted jacket - ten kilos of 1 and 2 pence coins and also, latterly, a backpack with a few bricks) to map out some of these TIHD, and avoid... Continue Reading →

Kayfabe, Cleopatra and Cavafy

How we got here; I am reading Ovid's Metamorphoses (just finished book 9, 6 to go). At the end of book 9, Iphis and Ianthe, the translator I'm reading (Horace Gregory) mentions a poem by Constantine Cavafy. Cavafy is perhaps best-remembered for his poem Waiting for the Barbarians, which provided the title for a slender... Continue Reading →

We only handle so much truth

We only handle so much truth Before we label those ‘uncouth’ Who seek to widen views on wealth And worry on the planet’s health. We block our ears, avert our eyes And fill the broadcast slots with lies - With pretty tales of golden times - To stop us seeing earthly crimes. And little pigs... Continue Reading →

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