Some Sort of Baby Food
Some Sort of Baby Food
It’s just where to start, just where to begin,
The boy with a bomb in the Ostermilk tin,
With a chemists collusion the passing of cash,
Salt-peter, sulphur and ground charcoal ash.
The boy was quite young being just eight or nine,
The making of gunpowder well in his time,
A bomb or a banger ‘just questions of scale’,
And ...
Friday 31st December 2010 8:54 pm
Women and their ways.
Until I met and later married Jacqueline I had never considered monogamy as an option nor had I shown any inclination toward anything but predatory behaviour in respect of the women in my circle.
However: and that is a very big word, I suppose if you finally fall in love, then you must love to the exclusion of others.
But like the memory the following are symptamatic of experience
O...
Wednesday 27th October 2010 10:05 am
JHN and all that
They beatified Newman, some reason to think,
A man who’s complexity beats on the mind,
This priest and philosopher poised at the brink,
Of...
Tuesday 26th October 2010 10:04 pm
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