HT to Michael Wade.
- Tue, 16:28: I'd love to learn more about swifts and swallows and their migration patterns. Any book recommends?
- Tue, 17:00: “I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.” ― C. S. Lewis
- Tue, 17:06: Once again, all I can think about is all those people no longer here. Grief is like that. It never goes away and neither would I want it to.
- Tue, 17:36: I've been part of various spiritual circles. To be honest, I'm not much interested in the whole englightenment trip. What matters most is compassion, kindness and love. All the rest is a sideshow.
- Wed, 05:16: 05:13 https://t.co/j83z17RpEd
- Wed, 06:00: “...we're constantly waking up to what we're about, what we're really doing in our lives. And the fact is, that's painful. But there's no possibility of freedom without this pain.” ― Charlotte Joko Beck, Nothing Special
- Wed, 06:15: Into Great Silence / Die Gro�e Stille https://t.co/JDsUkusehG (thank you @execupundit for sharing via the blog). https://t.co/cKu0IvcCo1
- Wed, 07:00: Reading changes us https://t.co/wiBljLVL7W / today's little old blog. https://t.co/OGb0oq0R9J
- Wed, 10:04: ‘To Bear Witness - Stephen Jenkinson on BBC radio’ https://t.co/MQqm6n23QZ
- Wed, 10:29: I wonder what the word 'ethical' now means? Doing things right? (Who judges that?) Being connected to a higher purpose? Or is the word so denuded of meaning -- like so many in the corporate lexicon -- that no one really cares or wouldn't know to test the thesis?
This isn't a dig at anyone — here or elsewhere — but why is there so little poetry? Written or spoken?
Perhaps it's a bad experience or it's all so dull but I do wonder why we're not in love with the or at least appreciate it more than we do?
You know (by now) my taste(s). Edgy, a little naughty and something rock solid. I've got some of the old masters but they don't speak to me or my soul.
Of course, as per usual, I'm probably out of touch and there's loads of brilliant prose that I've missed — do tell — but from where I'm sat in my little office in Devon, it seems awfully quiet on the poetry front.