Notes on sleeping in a hammock

Five days ago we walked across fields to our next door village for a pub lunch and one of the boys wore a hat and gloves and there was a mean November wind, grey skies, distemper everywhere. Now¬†England is warmer than Hawaii, warm perhaps as Athens. The long May days are balmy, our cold spring […]

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Spring

Trees and hedges are greening up just now. It’s got me thinking about the electric¬†opening lines of this (otherwise morbid) poem by Dylan Thomas. Click here to listen to Thomas reading it. THE FORCE THAT THROUGH THE GREEN FUSE DRIVES THE FLOWER The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green […]

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Take Courage

On Thursday evening I met up with my friend Dave in the Stars for a long anticipated poetry reading session. We prioritised Louis MacNeice and Robin Robertson and Philip Larkin. Dave is the scholar and I am the student and buy the pints. The Stars has stopped stocking Timothy Taylor’s Landlord because they kept getting […]

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