“…the destruction of what you people call evil, is less just and desirable than the conversion of this evil into what you call good…” — The Caves of Steel by Isaac Asimov We play with the colours of dawn, spraying the world with spring, with happiness, with birds that are willing to sing. Liturgies lace our lives with absolutes.[Read More...]
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Alison Banville I wanna break lockdown with you Look what it’s turned me into… Fuck Thursday clapping! I’d rather a nap Than perform like a seal in a zoo I wanna break lockdown with you I’m cooking for one, not two Got no other half And no bloody staff So what is a girl to …
Edward Curtin It was early morning on St. Patrick’s Day and I was sitting in the kitchen eating a few slices of delicious Irish Soda Bread. My wife had made it at 5am while I was still in bed half-asleep, but its smell wafting through the rooms induced me to get up. From outside the …
1. 75… and still alive! Just live to give; just yearn to learn! “To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield.” But, can we be kind? Can we still build? Nourish… and flourish…. Take delight in a new insight? Recall old rhymes from childhood’s times? Can we be serious, not deleterious? Dialogue, not monologue? 2. 75 years Leak[Read More...]
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The Peculiar Human Gnaw has overtaken all of life Or was it always to be so? In more Halcyon days Every hunger was checked by another Until Consumption reduced nature’s maw into a tiny red sack of paroxysmal fury The First Commandment: Feed Naked Ape Even the Sun must be brought down, ever closer For the warmth of Gaia only[Read More...]
JR Leach I had this vision back last spring, When the land was ruled by corrupted kings, And greed was fuelled by hoarding things, But things that one could touch. The vision spoke of melted gold, The value of the world resold, “The price for life” is what we’re told, By men who own too …
“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” –Pablo Picasso 1. First, he mastered the masters: From his earliest sketches at his father’s knees, Through Rembrandt, Velasquez and Goya. (El Greco and Goya he loved Almost as much as his father.) They stalked his[Read More...]
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"There’ll be a day when we’re together again, A day when we laugh, smile, and hug our friends. There’ll be a day when we can all be free, To think and speak, to believe and to be."
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A Kingly creature; now creatureless King An Empire out of breath while breathless doing Air, water, land all three commanded to remain in place and serve They wilt under the lash of gentle commerce whilst jolly plenty stumbles along in filthy blindness All living things now cringe at the gross summons of Man Yet meanwhile Gaia gathers up her furious[Read More...]
Good evening, and welcome to the upside-down. Where what you see, can never be, and what you know, just isn’t so. Where bad is good and wrong is right. Where truth went down without a fight. Where you might just say, every day is opposite day. Can I offer you a mask or an anal …
