Some very good points raised.
I am volunteer Chair of a local charitable company. Half of our directors are retired, the other half, including me, are working full time.
I very much appreciate the efforts of our retired directors, and the 'above and beyond' efforts of those still in 'day jobs'.
Please do not cancel my subscription.
It's quite tiresome isn't it? Would somebody please deliver the proper brexit, the one that delivers higher household incomes, better public services, and international prestige. How difficult can it be?
Farmers' anger grows as Australian beeffloods into Britain Meat imports surge 80pc as free- trade deal sparks criticism over impact on local producers
This is literally what the Telegraph campaigned for.
Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,
"Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn
Brushing with hasty steps the dews away
To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Text of poem - The Coming. And God held in his hand A small globe. Look, he said. The son looked. Far off, As through water, he saw A scorched land of fierce Colour. The light burned There; crusted buildings Cast their shadows; a bright Serpent, a river Uncoiled itself, radiant With slime. On a bare Hill a bare tree saddened The sky. Many people Held out their thin arms To it, as though waiting For a vanished April To return to its crossed Boughs. The son watched Them. Let me go there, he said.
#Advent
‘The Coming’ - #RSThomas
(H'm, Macmillan)
There's this thing, dialectical materialism, a lot of people never heard of it. I know it, I'm maybe the bigliest expert on it, a lot of people are saying so.
After a life changing hoof to the
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Richard II I think. :)
Qui bono?
By one of our leading Futurist artists.
Mick Lynch "Nigel Farage is a racist."
RT if Mick is right.
Perfect.
Could do better.
Text of poem - Pact. This is my child; that is yours. Let peace be between them when they grow up. They are far off now; let it not be through war they are brought near. Their languages are different. Let them both learn it is peace in the hand is the translation of peace in the mind. RS Thomas
‘Pact’ - #RSThomas
(Uncollected Poems, @BloodaxeBooks)
#DayOfPeace
Yesterday, the largest far-right protest in UK history marched through London, led by racist Tommy Robinson.
Today, we say: They don’t speak for us — and they won’t have the last word.
This Wednesday we come together against Trump and for a better future. Do everything to be there.
I once travelled to Paris on the Eurostar sitting across the aisle from David and Victoria Coren-Mitchell (cool, internationalist, froody). I don't think that I have ever had a better train journey.
I think much of the English right built their identity on Brexit, which they never believed in their wildest dreams would happen, but when they got it they realised it solved absolutely nothing, left them bereft of ideas and office, and now they’re thinking, “ah, f—k it, let’s try revolution.”
Thank God it's not Shropshire. Good luck Stow.
I was there, but I had forgotten a large number of them.
@kneecapceol.bsky.social I'm a late middle aged, white, English man. I hadn't heard of Kneecap until the terrorism charges. I watched the Glastonbury set to find out more. I didn't see anti-semitism, I saw the raw anger and energy of punk, and I loved it. This is what music is meant to be. Passion.
As a man in very late middle age, and also a punk back in the day, the Kneecap set at Glastonbury reminded me of the energy and anger of the music from 1977.
'Crimea River' anyone?
Very sound advice. Many years ago I innocently began reading Wuthering Heights in the very building, in fact the very bedroom, which Emily Brontë had used as the inspiration for the room in Thrushcross Grange where Kathy's ghost knocks on the window and asks to come in. The book was soon discarded.
Text of poem - Gone? Will they say on some future occasion, looking over the flogged acres of ploughland: This was Prytherch country? Nothing to show for it now: hedges uprooted, walls gone, a mobile people hurrying to and fro on their fast tractors; a forest of aerials as though an invading fleet invisibly had come to anchor among these financed hills. They copy the image of themselves projected on their smooth screens to the accompaniment of inane music. They give grins and smiles back in return for the money that is spent on them. But where is the face with the crazed eyes that through the unseen drizzle of its tears looked out on this land and found no beauty in it, but accepted it, as a man will who has needs in him that only bare ground, black thorns and the sky's emptiness can fulfil?
‘Gone?’ - #RSThomas
(Frequencies, Macmillan)
#Bardd #Barddoniaeth #Cerdd
#Poet #Poetry #Poem
Told off, but never anything more than that.
No, no, those were the Stockport riots.
