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To Make a Song and Dance of it I am an acrobat and that’s a fact not disputed mongst them wot knows the truth of things and so i continue on spinning, briefly singin and dancin the two step blues … Continue reading →

On the Moral Maze And then came the waves Crashing to the shore The stone walls we made Can hold no more And then came the walls Come crashing down We are the slaves Who can work no more. CJHB … Continue reading →

On the Mockers. There is comfort sometimes in the black rim of death which surrounds the world: those that talk so tall and proud and condescend to patronise us for our efforts – shall die – and be infinitely forgot … Continue reading →

———————————————— On Montaigne’s Tower in a Time of Violent Men The unpleasant bitterness of unknowing is a quaint comfort to some who find themeselves stuck with the question of beginnings and endings and such and like the gentle racket of … Continue reading →