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Wee, sleekit, scuttling, technological sairrf,Hwu wuld ha' gaissed yu'd lairrn ta surrf? (sairrf = serf)

So this was it. I'd passed through years agoas a hitch-hiker, spinning out our 25 poundsmax allowance, over three hot weeks of Franceuntil I was sick..

Hezbollah, Hezbollah,raining rockets from afar,is death really yours to choose?Suppose that Allah loves the Jews?

Oh dear it’s haircut dayI guess I should be grateful –she comes round to the houseand cuts what’s left up there foralmost next to nothing, these..

It’s the inevitable march,the golden-hearted chain,of Ultimate Compassion:yesterday, a group of anglers,danglers in the river for hours on endof..

White silk gown – Sunday silk – yetdaily donned – tight-cuffed –cool hands – folded - warm lap -milk-white - under orange vest – and -bearing – or to..

I always liked the ideaof becoming a wise old manbut I may be too old for thatnowhoweverthere are moments whenlike todaythe sun's shining on the..

Rodinwas not a leg manThe Kissproves thisHe loved the breastbut liked the restoftenand availed himself of many a jollityby proclaiming women's sexual..

and allowing thatrecords only record what’s recorded –that’s, written records – the sounds are something else -the records saythat for most of your..

Imagine yourself -yourself, to imagine –this dream; dreamthis imaging:the water’s so far, far belowit’s beyond this dark imagining, this dream;all..

Beside me as I sit here typing is a golden pool, of relaxation,alertness, patience and trust, uniquely brought togetherin one glorious being. Do we..

You asked me which of Auden’s poemswere my favourite, and I sighedfor memory’s fade, then walked to the dusty shelfwhere next to those volumes of..

Why waste timeon searching rhymeunless the knowledge wants to sing?why waste timeon searching rhymeunless the joy can’t help but dance?why waste..

It could be tomorrow.Or the day after.The important thing will bethat you’ll know when it happens thatit’s what you’ve been waiting forperhaps all..

So often, poetswith their poetic eyes,ears, minds, hearts, souls,record actions thatare already poetry or poeticin themselvesor so it seemswhich..

There are so many different posturesthat may be adopted while listeningto a poetry reading especiallyone that’s being filmed -different tilts of neck..

‘The godown of knowledgeincreases by distribution’..What a lovely picturethe sages paint –like a children’s storyof magic, of that worldthat’s truer..

If we were all exactly the same,what would the effect be?would life be simpler,and totally boring with it?and poetry, unnecessary?for instance, you'd..

Between each word, what happens in the mind?what moves from hearing, seeing, through the worldsof thought; emotion; both perhaps enjoined;what depth..

What are you looking at, this moment? ..You can answer this question?Then you're watching the looking...And that which watches the watching that..

My wrist rests on the desk’s raised edge;fingers splayed on black and silver ‘mouse’ –(did anyone tell those focussed scurriers underfoot,they had a..

They seem to be thinking, soft-eyed, snuffling, cropping,ears awake to many signals,then move gently closer,as if they were unaware,rub muzzles..

‘Thanks for yesterday evening –I really enjoyed myself…’What a profound statement, isthat hackneyed phrase!‘Just an impromptu dinner party’,they..

Glance, as you hurry home from work,through this lighted window wherea man taps at his computerhe might be writing anything,no-one asked him to write..

Suppose the Greeks were right –that, though some of usmay seek to climb Olympus(the rocky scramble exhilaratingin the moist fresh morning,the scent..