Found Poems (R7)


Preamble About thirty years ago I became stuck in this double-bind: while I was spending time reading I had the feeling that I was wasting time when I could have been writing; while I was focussed on writing I developed the trance of feeling that writing was getting in the way of reading. When you’re […]

in these far-off days


a crow appears to be a peacock a trough of water    an inland sea harsh clattering masquerades as music enmity as goodwill insults as loving kindness the demolition of welfare as a caring Big Society and so on and so forth when the chewing of poppy-seeds was forbidden with relentless severity the incidence of chewing […]