Tag Archives: Poetry

Dylan, dogs and the Devil

The gale force wind had calmed a little, though the evidence remained. Everywhere the verges were strewn with debris, as if an automotive bridal procession had just passed by, the bridesmaids strewing branches. Late, as usual, stress kept me company … Continue reading

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Two booklets and a spiral. Ways of being humankind

Poetry seems to stalk the streets of Liverpool. Okay, that may be a slight exaggeration given I’m basing it on a mere two examples, but they are good ones. I’ll start with the most recent. Last year I went to … Continue reading

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Taking morphine with Martin Amis

It’s been a rough couple of weeks. And why, I ask myself, did I knowingly introduce Martin Amis into the nightmare? I can only blame it on the drugs. Martin Amis, in case he hasn’t crossed international boundaries of name … Continue reading

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