Days By Philip Larkin What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are to be happy in: Where can we live but days? Ah, solving that question Brings the priest and the doctor In their long coats Running over the fields. It’s fair to […]
Aw, man. When it doesn’t seem there’s a bright side to look on…
One tries one’s very best to look on the bright side and unearth the silver lining, however deeply it is buried and however malodourous the thing that is burying it. Lately, however, I encountered a couple of moments for which the opportunity was not immediately obvious. You know? The kind of thing that rocks you […]
On time: a post that gets dark quite quickly
The Boxing Day words
It’s the limbo of it. Christmas Day was full of traditions and purpose. Even the anarchy of consumption and indulgence is ambitious: A systematic approach to emptying fridge and filling belly. Boxing Day, though. That’s a different story. The plan never rolls this far. Shiftless drifting from chocolate box to small screen, pottering, with a […]
Where was the last place you had it?
That, along with ‘just tidy up and you’ll find it’ or ‘retrace your steps’, are what my children hear every time they mournfully tell me that they’ve lost something or, worse, that ‘it’s gone…’. Apparently, among the many other things that mothers are supposed to be is the role of Finder, Rememberer and Keeper, particularly […]