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Mortality 101 – or; Catullus at the graveside

The Oldie runs my poem for the Armistice commemorations. – For The Oldie

Late-summer afternoon

Kids cricket, lambs out, blackberries in the hedgerows. A rope-like dog-turd.

Hisperica famina

The frothing sea surrounds the world and beats earth’s borders with its rushing waves. Its storm-wall claws the rocky foreshore, ploughs the bed with thumping crests, strewing shingled foam in starry furrows, ever-shaken by its thunderous blast.

‘your broken heart’

for Rich Hardcastle  y ….you ….y ….Yeah yo ….you ….yo ….You’re you ….You’re ….you ….your your ….You’re ….your ….Yours your[ ] … ….mum’s ….cruel your b ….ballbag ….b ….bezzies your br ….br ….brothers ….brother your bro ….bro ….brothers ….brother your brok ….brok ….broken ….book your broke ….broken ….broke ….bloke your broken ….broken-down ….broken ….broken-hearted your [...]

Mortality 101 – or; Catullus at the graveside

‘I want to explain about the Catullus poem … Catullus wrote poem 101 for his brother who died in the Troad.’ — Anne Carson . I have come, my brother, over lands and oceans, to this field of bones to observe the rituals of the final hour, and mumble pointless words above your ashes. Misfortune took [...]

Dr Johnfon’s Ducktionary – or; fome juvenilia, revifed upon mature confideration

In this place (as oppofed to that) Is repofited horizontally a Hearty, wholefome and falubrious Young male exemplum of fub-genus Water fowl (be it wild or be it tame), The accufative fingular of which Samuel Johnson – Artium Magifter, Legum Doctor (honoris caufa) – Did trample and crufh most Contemptibly beneath his foot; Suppofing it [...]

Bertrand Russell wishes you a happy marriage

for Paul and Beth (from volumes found at their engagement party) . ‘Whitehead and Russell’s Principia Mathematica is famous for taking a thousand pages to prove that 1+1=2.’ — Mark Dominus ‘To say shortly why one values love is not easy.’ — Bertrand Russell . I know what life and love may be. . . [...]

Peter, Mark, Roget. His Complete Poetical Works

On the Loss of Friends That it is vain to shrink from

Easy Frisy

‘Some bread, some butter, and green cheese’ is as good in England as it is in Frisia. – * from a synthetic translation exercise by John McWhorter

My literary career thus far – as narrated by the Shipping Forecast

Good, becoming moderate. Occasionally very poor.