“The world needs a wash and a week’s rest.” I love that line. It’s W.H. Auden, from one of his longer poems, Age of Anxiety. Don't you know just what he means? We all need time off work, time off being responsible, or productive. We need time off the exhaustion of maintaining a positive outlook, … Continue reading Age Of Anxiety
The Henry Girls is the name of a band comprised of three talented sisters from the village of Culdaff in County Donegal, one of whom I shared a house with in Belfast in the nineties. Curiously, they are not Henry girls at all, but McLaughlin girls. However, there is such a proliferation of McLaughlin’s in … Continue reading How Do You Know?
About ten years ago, on a camping trip, I caught the little toe of my left foot on a rock when I was messing about in a river. Nature had provided a slide in the form of a long rock rendered smooth from thousands of years of water running over it. Taking turns, we would … Continue reading Wounds
There’s a sad old song by Irving Berlin called, ‘What’ll I Do?’ and sometimes I slip into it like a soapy bath and lie there in my pool of gloom. ‘What'll I do when you are far away / and I'm so blue? What'll I do? / What'll I do with just a photograph / to tell my troubles … Continue reading What’ll I Do?