Wednesday, 29 March 2017

Marcus Aurelius on Death


Death, like birth,

is one of Nature's secrets; 

the same elements that have been combined 

are then dispersed . . .  

. . . being endowed with mind 

it is no anomaly, 

nor in any way inconsistent 

with the plan of their creation. 




Monday, 20 March 2017

Poem for a Coffee Day



Tomorrow.

Coffee for a Poem Day.

Or Poem for a Coffee.

It's the same thing.

So, I just did one.

I drink coffee like a fish.

They don't.

I know.

And they don't glug.

Or slurp.

Or fiddle with spoons

Or cubes of sugar or

Wrappers.

Or broadsheets.

Fish are well-mannered.

Mostly.




My poem is now at zen my ass

It's called The Big Red Spot (and the Little Red Spot).

It's about the Hubble Telescope.

It's not about coffee.

As far as I know.



Julius Meinl serves coffee in little red cups.





Friday, 10 February 2017

A word from our sponsor


I have no beginning and no end, 

I have no inside and no outside, 

I am the beginning and the end, 

 

I am the universe. 


Victor Jara's last poem


Watch this on YouTube.