Saturday

Tonight, I am close to the edge. The breaking point is near, Darkness looms. The chasm beneath is beginning to yawn and envelop wandering feet. Tried and tested methods fail, retreating to redoubt after redoubt The insular-ness takes over; Protection methods for the soul Battered and bruised precious little remains Tried and tested and found … More Saturday

Demons

“Oh yes … I thought that some of the metaphysical imagery was really particularly effective. …
Oh … and er … interesting rhythmic devices too … which seemed to counterpoint the … er … er … counterpoint the surrealism of the underlying metaphor of the … er … … humanity of the … Vogonity, … Ah yes, Vogonity (sorry) of the poet’s compassionate soul … which contrives through the medium of the verse structure to sublimate this, transcend that, and come to terms with the fundamental dichotomies of the other … and one is left with a profound and vivid insight into … into … er … Into whatever it was the poem was about!” – Arthur Dent, Ford Prefect (shortly after the Earth was destroyed) … More Demons