SCRIPTUS INTERRUPTUS

  "Sunt Lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt"  (Virgil, Aeneid, Book I) Tears of things are gleaming in the darkness of memor...

  When I was a child a dense swarm of bees Poured into my mouth pure forest honey. So it happened with Isidore of Seville when he was just a...

  I cried the louder at birth but I was not orphan like Oliver Twist in Pentonville, London.  Though twisted I was  brought into this world,...

        Pindar said a man is just a dream  of his shadow I am the nightmare of my walking shadow  not even sure it's mine. * Plotino ref...

  Wild geese where are you going now? Sweet day not to alight where the clan of hyenas drink at sunset. * the past is not a foreign country ...

  ' He triumps now, the dead, Beholding London's gloom' (Lionel Johnson) Beholding the London gloom  from the overground        ...

The barefoot poet walks carelessly over the last shards of his wisdom: crimson, green, blue, yellow shards glinting by the autum gloam. Far ...