How many noble schemes from goodwill’s heart,

in their own instructed ways;but now, if anyone suggested it, there’d be howlsabout the impertinence, the interference,the rights, the dangers of this and that –but all the same, they never teach you:how to get on with your parents.Oh there are books and books and bookstelling your parents how to look after you, but hey!there are…

Suppose your spelling, dropp by droppran PCs short, all crashing, *lo*,and *oets had to write their *oetrywithout the strength to hold their *!It could reduce dear England’s languageand cause considerable *oetic anguish(and by ‘England’s language’, AJS,I do not mean… well, you can guess…)Would Doctor Nerd-like surgeryhelp remove that extrusive *?‘twould be a cut to *lease…

for my life? ‘I jotted that downin a moment of regretover the wasted thingsof life, that is, my life..and thought, thatsounds a bit like dialogueor rather monologue to audiencestage or stallsin Chekhovso if no-one was listeningwell, that’s thatbut suppose that ‘everything’was listening, and madechanges so subtle thatthey’ll go unnoticed exceptthat I find I havenothing to…

saw them trudging sandalled up the hillside;being an oracle, she knew all the answers;but had to guess the questions, or waitto see what stupidity or conceitframed their speech;upmarket bunch, this lot; not the usualmoney market slickers whomit was a pleasure to turn away..Chaerophon addressed her:was there any man who was wiserthan Socrates? She sighed inwardly;always…

There’s a bottle of milk on the doorstep.Facts of life. Except when they’re not there.Who lives a life of continual gratitude for life?Hey guys, the sun which disappeared last nighthas turned up again today! Wow! Relief! Let’s get downon our knees, raise hands, voices… andwhile we’re about it, put your hands together forall morning milkmen,…

primitive urges which peoplemight never have suspected of youdemanding to be slaked,and slaked and slaked and slaked againcopulation andpopulation meetingmore than once in waysno way related toplanned parenthoodbut that’s already inthe distant past – the nightsare your own; the daybelongs to others;it’s morning now; you openan eye or two; stretchluxuriously without a hintof shame; thena…

Two-Left- Feet Waltz…left…nowwhat do I do?TheTwo-Left-Feet Waltz…left…I’mfeeling blue, too..TheTwo-Left-Feet Waltz…left.. I’mtreading on you…I’m through! You, too? Let’s vamoo-se.

in case they touch someone else who’s suffered:I wrote a poem about my mother’s restless, painful death;and you, who had just lost your husbandbut whose deathbed was a memorable dayas he with cancer and you his wifehad the most beautiful, memorable hours of conversation,about two rich lives lived together –you, struck by the contrast, wrote…

believers out of atheists…The answer offered from the wiseor wiser, isGod granted Man freewill…without qualification…so couldn’t He have arrangedthat we could commit suicide,but not murder? Wouldn’t thatbe fairer…?Seems not – He has to keepby His own rules; those same inexorable rulesthat allow a single tyrantto bring down a whole nation –do we dare say: with…

(Jake will know it)collecting the strength to walking-stick homeor that’s the story,chilling out,glass half empty,heart half full,a benign haze of lovefor all the people in the pubmingling with an universal lovesuspectlyopposite, two sepia photographsof local scenes, which the thoughtful pub chainuse to decorate the walls:both are of the local, semi-rural, Tube station;one’s from 1905ish so…

respect for and shecomes out with this holy crapand holy shit stuffso yesterday I waswalking through thewinter-wet tufted grassof the field they keepthe cows in this yearavoiding the cowpattiesthe outside tap forgumboots is frozenand stopped and looked at onefresh and steamingthe way you doand the cow down the fieldlooked at me with thatnot very enquiring…

To depart is to arrive yet not to arriveat the same hour and placein some other time zoneand in our departing is our arrivaland to arrive is to depart from where we have not beenand to depart is to arrive at where we will not gointo the departure hall from where we did not departinto…