Stories you never told me – Paul Gallagher Continue reading Kokoronotomo Stories, 2
A bee never thinks how to be a bee, a fly never thinks how to fly, or be a fly, and we, we can be and we can fly, we can think and wonder why, but, no-one can ever tell us who we are or why we live, so we can choose how we fly. Continue reading Be Poem
The Tate is currently hosting a Paul Nash exhibition. It is a strange affair. Though maybe it has a lot to say about our post-factual, post truth world. If you can see, how do you show the truth? Paul Nash was a painter, he was a soldier in the first world war, and was invalided out and then became an official world war artist. He … Continue reading Paul Nash – Beyond Reason?
Look. There are the stones, traversing the river. You and I ran across them so many times, Back and forth, exclaiming to the skies, Then I’d kiss you . Now the stones are old and slippery. There are no fishes . I walk along the island conch shell beach, Sharp to the touch, my soles bleed. Blood trickles privately, Red, caressing my toes , … Continue reading In the Hotel Garden
A Boxful of Ideas reviewed by Paul Gallagher Asked to review an anthology of writing, you might have noticed a hesitancy in my voice as I accepted with enthusiasm. I could not easily refuse a friend, yet the history of reading mediocre writing was catching in my throat. Would it be like that? The answer I can affirm is no. I have enjoyed reading … Continue reading A Boxful of Ideas reviewed by Paul Gallagher
Rush hour and the station was crowded. Hundreds of people watched the departure board intently for their platform number. Nothing showed. Suddenly, there was a surge forward as everyone attempted to get through the same ticket gates, jostling with suppressed annoyance. The train was leaving in one minute from the far end of platform sixteen. Fast moving old ladies shuffled at quite some shuddering pace … Continue reading The Train Departing From Platform Sixteen
The nasturtiums have taken over the garden. The house walls are choking with ivy, Stripped, striated, in need of painting. For new owners, the boards go up. Unneeded objects, left behind, are thrown away. Outside, as I pass by, the garden is the same, Where we lived laughing and drinking, The end of our lives until you died. And I realize, I still live … Continue reading The Old House
Never mind, now we can all embrace ourselves with a Churchillian spirit – there is a war on again, against terrorism, against the outside. And the British do war so well, particularly nowadays. The British do very well selling arms. The Saudis love it; the Yemenis just get bombed. The Afghans, Libyans, and Iraqis have to flee from British military intervention. And the refugees Britain … Continue reading A New Britain?
Michio Kaku, the nuclear physicist has said, that for the human race to survive it needs to move to the next higher level of relation. We are living in a global society where the problems that face us are of our own making and demand an advanced level of understanding. A global level of action. Yet we are living in a time of reversion, where … Continue reading Beyond Nationality, Religion And Economic Ideology
From an Owls Fan. Twenty seven years ago I watched the Hillsborough FA cup semi-final on television, as did countless football fans. Of course football fans were labelled pariahs at the time, Margaret Thatcher had labelled us so, as had most of the press, and she had insisted on barriers in stadia, and exhorted tightly policed matches. It was intimidating when police horses moved straight … Continue reading Hillsborough