Where do I come from? Where was I born? From my Mother? From my Father? Here, here. HERE! I am one and the same As the land that my ancestors tamed: Of the people of the land. Where is my navel? In the labour of the land, The child holding my hand, My own hands … Continue reading #193 – The Nativity of our nativity
Let's have a celebration To celebrate the night, The cold delight Of seeing frost and ice. Covered houses, covered flesh. A native gene and phenotype to love The cold and covered people. This is within me. The cold, the frost, The early mist, my rolled-up sleeves. The painful breath in, The smoking whispers out. For a thousand years This cold has run through my veins and For a thousand more It shall remain and reign. So, let's … Continue reading #192 – Cold weather
Hello dear reader, Over the last few days I have been thinking deeply about my life this year. Spending time in your house without needing to work (or at least having no work to do except cooking and showering) over the Christmas holiday with your family has a way of forcing you to re-orientate yourself … Continue reading What I learned in 2018.
Cover photo of Saint George - (1) Chapter one. Milton in context of his time: I will begin by putting the author into context of his time, so when I come to talk about the Philosophical problems contained within his text the reader will already be informed of what kind of writer he was, (2) … Continue reading John Milton’s Arianism and Theodicy in Paradise Lost.
Boredom makes the strongest weak: Base desires, self-destruction we seek. What can we do when our heart is wrapped in boredom? And when she you lust is dressed in boredom? Indulge, just for a single stupid fleeting moment, Ruin your life and what you built. Was it worth it? No, but you'd do it again; … Continue reading #191 – Boredom
I live so no one else can die. I am so I am who I am. I am beyond death because there is no I. I lay beyond death so I cannot die. I am death as I killed death by death. I am life for death cannot conquer I. Trampling down death by death, … Continue reading #190 – Who I am
It's over, it's done. As if it had never even begun. That's what they always say, Before they go back to their old ways. Wandering in fear, Wondering over the cheers, Over all the fallen tears And all the nears and fars Of the man I am, The man I was And am becoming. O … Continue reading #189 – Confession