In a cafeYou can be lighthearted About the tragedies of the world. Because you’ve come home And in the soul placeEveryone’s done OKEnough And the struggle, for nowIs over. You’re in the boat. You smile at a fellow conspiratorAt a nearby table But not for longBecause you mustn’t let on:We’re all happy here!No one must…
‘Thus Wojtyła’s literary writings can be regarded as poetic phenomenology which gives an account of the process and essence of religious experience.” Krzysztof Dybciak’ quotes Sarah Fordham on her blog http://karolwojtylapoetry.blogspot.com/Yes, Karol Wojtyla (later John Paul II) was a phenomenon in many ways, and looked particularly good in sunglasses. Just looking at the photos and…
Maybe it wasn’t accidentallyI left my laptop at the counterBefore entering the cafe. Like taking ones shoes off before entering the mosqueOr hanging your coat at the door,A cafe requires divestment. Here, only soul tools should be utilised. Papyrus is permissible;Those evocative pieces of Nile-soaked Cyperus, that we learnt about at school By dint of…
Tom had a lovely experience of a new beginning this week. One he hadn’t planned. He was loitering without intent in the church porch after mass and suddenly realised the priest was there too. As he didn’t really feel like talking to him at that point – Tom not being one for chatting when he…
I love the way her boots increase her rhyme.The rhythm of her smile draws from the suede,A softer line, a bluer gleam of thymeThe crushing aromatically persuades. The scarf, a flash of Gokian genius, flares.The outward-facing light delights the crowd.The trinket, primed for purpose, richly sharesA treasure that is tenderly allowed. But how does pleasing…
Every day of the BardFest 1st to 14th Feb, we are taking steps forward in new artistic ventures, seeking out good collaborations and creating a space and a platform for each other’s work. Today I’d like to feature Karolina’s new blog Beautiful Truth. She has been regularly creating a new poem each month, springing from…
Robotica was dynamite. With moletronic* grace,She far exceeded anythingConceived by the human race. She shimmered free in 40D In the planes between dimensions. She fed and fusedTeased and amusedYour higher apprehensions. Designed by generations of her cyber-kindred kind,She was a neural interfaceWithin your higher mind. A digi-spiritual uploadShe had the power to cruiseBeyond the mirage…
Those who reflect on idealisationsInspite of themselvesCommitBrutalisations But JonahConsummed in the guts of the whaleFound guts of his ownWhen spewed outSmall and pale And staggered But firmOn the ground he could feelFound GodThough in heavenOn earthIs blood real. Sarah de Nordwall April 14th 1996
Bard School Festival February 2011 : The Heart Sees! Our Bard Fest each year has been slowly growing.. It’s aim is to become a subtantial programme from 1st Feb to 14th Feb, which covers the Feast Day of the Patron Saint of Poetry, Candlemas, Our Lady of Lourdes,(Bard School Foundation Day) and of course Valentines…
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