SHALLOW THEN HALO

SHALLOW THEN HALO Fractured images of faces, That small moment of loss, Ineffable but lightly known, From the corner of the eye, Learning to fly by wire, In dreams its much easier, A movement in a minor chord, Soaring like a buzzard, Yet still the plaintive cry, Even as the heights are gained. The French

TODAY’S PLAYLIST #21

ANOTHER FRIDAY ROLLS AROUND, AND NOTHING HAS CHANGED. IN THE PAST WHENEVER I FELT A FUGUE STATE OF ENNUI APPROACHING, I WOULD DO SOMETHING CRAZY. IT WOULDN’T NECESSARILY MAKE THINGS BETTER JUST DIFFERENT. THESE DAYS I ACCEPT THE ENNUI AND THINK SOD IT I’LL GO BACK TO SLEEP… IT LEADS TO A QUIETER LIFE, BUT

KRAPP’S LAST TAPE

BY SAMUEL BECKETT I delighted in this play when I was at university… only now with the aid of facebook memories, I find that I am living it. I look back to 9,10, 11 years ago, and I think what a fool I was back then, constantly trying to make people laugh… then to my

WIDTH OF A CIRCLE

WIDTH OF A CIRCLE The whole thing is just a game, A game where the rules are very strict, And ignorance of the rules is no excuse, and you cannot even perceive the game. The elite are given the rule book, as part of their baby shower… They are taught the game in the cradle.

WHAT I BELIEVE

GOD God is a conceptBy which we measure our painI’ll say it againGod is a conceptBy which we measure our painYeah, pain, yeah I don’t believe in magicI don’t believe in I ChingI don’t believe in the BibleI don’t believe in tarotI don’t believe in HitlerI don’t believe in JesusI don’t believe in KennedyI don’t

TODAY’S PLAYLIST #20

TODAY IS SPARKLING SUNSHINE. THAT BRITTLE COLD SUNSHINE WHICH IS SYNONYMOUS WITH AUTUMN. SPENT THE NIGHT WITH HEINRICH HIMMLER, NOT IN PERSON BUT AN ELEVEN HOUR BOOK ABOUT HIM. I WAS SURPRISED AT HOW SMALL A PERSONALITY HE WAS. METICULOUS IN HIS WAYS AND RATHER BOOKISH AND A PRUDE, YET HE WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR ACTS

THE SUPERMAN

THE SUPERMAN Just because I’ve lost my marbles, Doesn’t mean I am still Peter Pan. I have no need to crow at Hook, No need to pull Wendy from the nursery, I am not Superman, or Captain Kirk, Or Spiderman or even Loki, I am tired and old, And am weaving a web, To see

ROWING TO VALHALLA

ROWING TO VALHALLA An ancient trip out to sea, In a rowing boat stolen, As the tide lifted it, From it’s moorings. A bag I carried, no more than a bindle, A candle, some matches, And enriched cigarettes. The darkness enveloped, The wash of high tide, But gentle amidst the stars, And the moon slipped.

TODAYS PLAYLIST #19

Another day, they roll around so quickly. I must have slept well, because I was still comatose when Dad came in with a cup of tea and an avalanche of dogs. I don’t have anything pithy or amusing to add. Just another day. I will see what occurs when I wake up properly. Dale M

BUT I’M NOT

I wonder if I’m going back to the land of despond, There was a time where it all became too much, The obvious takeover by the worst of the elite… I could see it so clearly but no-one believed, It was a moment where I may have been mad… But I’m not! Of course with