From the Babylonians to the Greeks to the Mayans, the practises of science and literature existed in some form or another at the centre of every ancient civilisation. They represented to them what they continue to do to us today: the most fundamental desire of our species to know the world around us, and to share that knowledge with others. Tens of thousands of years came and went while spending little time at all drawing distinction between these disciplines – ones today we perceive as being repellent strangers to one another – as often they were one single entity. Ancient aborigine civilisations considered the stars the campfires of passed spirits, spawning many a story that were undoubtedly shared around more terrestrial campfires, from generation to generation, through spoken word rather than ink and parchment.
Somewhere down the line, between then and now, the entity broke in two.
Depending on your persuasion, Edward Thomas was either a prominent War Poet, or simply a poet who just so happened to serve and die in the First World War. It is often a controversial categorisation to make, as he wrote much of his work before being drafted and a good majority does not mention theContinue reading “Birds in the poetry of Edward Thomas”
I Time is sick, but once it departs as long as it sells, there’s no greater burning to write for dear life, as soon as it starts and no man can get by, except when by earning and no one should live all aside from the arts, No matter which way, at once it’s concerning Continue reading “Poetry Corner: Ire”
“Tis when the workin’ stops that yer twix wind and water. Doldrum. Doldrum. Eviler than the devil. Boredom makes men to villians and the water goes quick lad… vanished.” That’s not a public service announcement reminding us to stay busy and productive in these exceptionally crazy times. It’s a snippet of the dense poetic dialogueContinue reading “The Lighthouse review”
You were the first I calved, And I did so to the letter. I brought you out to this world, And so felt better. When the fence came down, you ran, And left me a fretter. Back when you were a calf, And I knew no better. I watched you grow, From calf to cowContinue reading “Poetry Corner: I Knew No Better.”