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On Duality Duality is the process of division Made approximate in time A self assisted carving knife A reckless force of line We are things of passion And we are things of rhyme A bloody last confusion A make-piece witless … Continue reading →

To Chinnie On Dreams of Flowers For all the images of summer and the fair blue days that are fled down sunlit avenues away i now welcome autumn with her conker trees brown leaves and rudeboys in their hoods wind … Continue reading →

On Death. (Again). It is an interesting fact for those of us alive that life is invariably short – whilst time is outlasted by death; at rest on a rainy Sunday and wishing to sleep for a thousand years an … Continue reading →

On Dasien and Diane. Here is the way it looks from the inside spaces between things you cannot see – protons and electrons in divisible space Zeno’s paradox crossed again and again in that hole at the beginning of time … Continue reading →