A Christmas Childhood by Patrick Kavanagh Solitude Isolation memories as then is today with more comes more

One side of the potato-pits was white with frost –patrick kavanagh
How wonderful that was, how wonderful!
And when we put our ears to the paling-post
The music that came out was magical. Continue reading “A Christmas Childhood by Patrick Kavanagh-Solitude-Isolation-Memories as then is today:with more comes more”

tempestuousness in the beautiful man cannot be contained in this already restrained animal.

the constant and consistent demands on his inner Boreas is exhausting. Boreas often pictured as the tempest in the stallion Continue reading “tempestuousness in the beautiful man cannot be contained”

From the beginning to the end is it up or down or lateral or just hovering atoms like Mary Oliver BBC radio 4 sounds

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m00088n4

being purged standing

where does it go

fear anxiety if we lack courage

lets walk Continue reading “From the beginning to the end is it up or down or lateral or just hovering atoms like Mary Oliver BBC radio 4 sounds”

Raw material is sculpted to divine intervention: Prostitution shaped

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/w3csvsfs the poetry of hell

gentlemans-club-a-world-thats-rarely-seen

we do it-mold it-we watch it

how does he sculpt life and then want it

self oppressive escapism is unfolded Continue reading “Raw material is sculpted to divine intervention by you”

Charlotte Mew: The Heart of Hidden Things -AUDIO BBC Sounds Unexplainable beauty of words flowing from the heart

Charlotte Mew: The Heart of Hidden Things -AUDIO BBC Sounds Unexplainable beauty of words flowing from the heart

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m000bdm2

Do roses grow…when you have not seen any light…what happens there I do not know…

Biting his rosary to bits…

I did not look when he called on me these eyes I did not see

Do roses grow between those 20 windows in a row Continue reading “Charlotte Mew: The Heart of Hidden Things -AUDIO BBC Sounds Unexplainable beauty of words flowing from the heart”

It must be a nullifying experience to have life’s bastion in your hands.

Cutting, digging, exploring, deciding, analysing, heating, climaxing Continue reading “KISS of LIFE KISS of DEATH when his baton conducts the way of life”

Peter said ‘why do you block the silence Alice’?  Then putting a gun to her head he shot her.

He waited as she bled out-the colour drained quite quickly from her face. He didn’t know why he did this-he loved her-something in him?

He bent down and kissed her open mouth-then he stared intently into blackness of her open eyes Continue reading “The Trinity excoriated, others wept for what they thought would be: Peter Heller Big Love”

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