There seems to be so many ghosts today
Remembrances of other times
And that fear of war again.
There seems to be so many ghosts today
Remembrances of other times
And that fear of war again.

Blocked up cellarways
memories stored
family homes destroyed
history forgotten.
“This is the eternal origin of art that a human being confronts a form that wants to become a work through him. Not a figment of his soul but something that appears to the soul and demands the soul’s creative power. What is required is a deed that a man does with his whole being..”
Martin Buber, I and Thou
“If we are a metaphor of the universe, the human couple is the metaphor par excellence, the point of intersection of all forces and the seed of all forms. The couple is time recaptured, the return to the time before time.”
Octavio Paz, Alternating Current
Spring Orchard
Spread winged peacock
Flat still on viburnum
Settled in sunshine.



Voting for war
So they’ve voted for our safety and to go to war
And the dead are walking the land once more
And the dead are standing again at the door
Standing there, looking, waiting once more
They were the ones who went out to the war
Now they are standing waiting for the ones
Who are going where they’d once been
Waiting, waiting for the dead to return once more.
And the dead are standing again at the door
Standing there, looking, waiting once more.
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