Philip Larkin understood that romantic love never satisfies.
This poem of his, Love Songs In Age, has a resigned sadness that Larkin-watchers will slip into like a comfy old cardigan. Continue reading
Poetry
The Lamb
Which pieces of music move you to tears every time you hear them? Here’s one of mine: John Tavener’s The Lamb, based on the poem by William Blake. So pure and unearthly, it seemed right to post it today. Continue reading
Divorce Me
Batter my heart, three-person’d God; for you
As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new. Continue reading
What Can Make Me Whole Again?
How serious is the evil inside us? When the final self-help program has been concluded, and the last new leaf has been turned, what will it take to fully and finally deal with it? Continue reading
I Am Not
I am not my friends
I am not my possessions
I am not my grade point average
I am not the school I attended Continue reading
The Governor
I asked you a question, King,
And you said nothing?
Instead with thieves in the darkness
You thrashed out your breath. Continue reading
