In the manner of a lover to a woman elsewhere

I hear somehow you will return

and that you will not.

There is a way that both

are true:

Poetry and politics: showing Auden’s affirming flame

Came across this Auden poem today, written on the eve of WW2:

“As the clever hopes expire

Of a low dishonest decade

How apt!

Transformation

Clocks have changed. Summer’s here and I’ve been sharing this video with everyone I can find.

Full credit to Andy Baker for the excellent and inspiring video. It was shown at the opening of the Spring Trend briefing so is meant to be an estimation of the way things are headed.

Can you tell we’re on the move??

The Transformation Age

Is the Age that you came

To believe

That you were really going

And nothing would be left.

There could be more than this

There could be more than this

I have heard it told

That conversation you repeated

5 times a week to

Another unlistening ear

Generation of goodwill

Poured out of hessein sacks

To be trampled into dust

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Roll me over YHWH

Also to be found at

Roll me over YHWH

Breathe into my pores

Scarlet

Black

Vermilion

Shades

I have been a wandering desert sage

Crying your name for days without food

You owe me

Some payback,

Right?