Poem: Lockdown
Lockdown If you can tell lies, you must stay home.If you can live your life, you…
Poem: Quarantine
Here is a poem I have composed today about what we are all going through. Take…
Poem: The mask
The mask I connect through the transparent maskTriggering autostart with the first breath The first gasp…
The persistence of the Mahabharata
My trip to Bali – now over, since I am returned from the tropical paradise to…
Poem: The prophet in a box
This first poem of 2020, composed this morning, may herald a more fertile year. For in…
Bloom’s last lilac: the death of Harold Bloom (1930-2019)
The American literary critic, or rather lover of literature, is dead at 89. There are the…
My descriptions of the Northern Peoples – travel in Stockholm and Uppsala
I am returning today to my notes on my travels, and piecing together the literary and…
Heaney on Writing
https://wp.me/p1YJAa-2xN This interview with Seamus Heaney (vale Seamus) is wonderful. I particularly like the line that…
Poem: how to make a life
Here is a poem I have written this morning that is, I suppose, a kind of…
Reconnecting with Franz Kafka in Prague
A highlight of my recent trip to Europe was the three days I spent in Prague,…