Bedraggled Ostrich

Something special happened to painting in Italy in the 15th Century and to music in America and England in the middle of the last century. Something also must have happened to poetry in Japan around the turn of the 20th Century because I have been intermittently reading the Penguin Book of Japanese Verse with subtle pleasureContinue reading “Bedraggled Ostrich”

It Doesn’t Matter Anymore – Part 2

The least interesting man in the world: I don’t always write poetry, but when I do I am usually inspired by impressions and feelings, rather than incidents. I let my mind go soft in the face of overwhelming forces like love or nature, then search for words to capture the resultant swirling phantoms. There isContinue reading “It Doesn’t Matter Anymore – Part 2”