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Brief Thoughts on Modern Writers Looking for Meaning. This modern world is but jest and jaunt a slow decline to truthless vaunt each tonguetied poet slave to cash the sweepers clean the cleaners’ stash in supermarket isles they wonder looking … Continue reading →

On Merry Making at the End of The (Western) World THere is now a clear division between the arts and science one is there for feeling and the other there for facts CP Snow is dead and gone and with … Continue reading →

My Hero my hero plugged me in to things i never knew the sound of fury through guitars a horseman on a trail the desert song, the wilderness the beauty of the dawn love like a phoenix all dust and … Continue reading →

More From The PM News in England We stare at screens We cannot read We cannot work for fat and laziness and greed we rob our selves and starve ourselves of culture learning art we feed like apes upon those … Continue reading →