Provisions August 1767

Bailing Twine    500 balls
One gross of Quarrels
An half dozen Halberds
Pouches (leather) a gross
A selection of Hafts, Shanks and Spindles
Pipes (musical) 4 sets (boxed)
Pipes (fumidore) 4 sets (boxed)
Broadcloth     14 ells
Meal    150 sacks
Oat    200 bushels
Seed for sowing
20 Scythes for reaping
1 Astrolabe
A Tumbril with straw
20 ca...

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The Armchair Critic

You sit screen watching, waiting to die

Taking, receiving, hoarding, saving

The world owes you these gifts

That you never repay

Not engaged with giving

Enraged with living

You do not add to the sum of human knowledge

You increase not our commonwealth

Deconstruct what’s been constructed

While you construct nothing

You sit...

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Temple of Fiddes

An Invocation

In a trance, amid the heady fumes of burning laurel

Sage leaves flame, crackle, bend and twist upward

Down from the mountain top
And out of the field, flock to us now
Out of your sacred precincts, to your grove
Of elder trees, and your altars
Smoking with incense, dripping with honey

Where cold, whisp’ring water flows
Throug...

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What Is A Goit?

For what is a Goit if not it be black?
A Goit is a Goit and that is that
As black as a crow, as black as a cat
A Goit is an enchanted artifact

A Goit may be skinny, a Goit may be fat
It may raise itself up or squash itself flat
Sometimes bareheaded, more oft in a hat
Its hair is well-beaded and fashioned in plats

Should ever a Goit of differing hue
A...

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Part II - Terra Nostra

Hispanic hybrid Carlos Fuentes

Chants in magical cadence

Telling a story cloak’d in smoke

And writhing fiery serpents

A Capitane stern at his right hand

In whom all trust is placed

Heldago Mendes of Galicia

The saviour of his race

An hundred tattoo’d drummer boys

At his command commenc’d to drum

And cohorts of Con...

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The Englih & Spanish Colonial Experiment

Prose & Poetry

Part I - The Captain

Aaaah! The smell of rotting hubris in the morning, stultifying the mind and severing several links with reality, the Captain reels. Unhinged, un-masted, the capstan spins, the spinnaker whirls, the wheel runs free and guides not the rudder for her ligaments and straps have snapped and frayed, le...

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