The day breaks into a crimson dusk, Pastels merging into the bright chirpy hues, The sea stretches to the horizon Unabashed hopes of a rendezvous with the sky The shore seeped in love, surrenders to the sea, The sea unrequiting:unloving, Ebbs away with life Sprawling death all over across the shore. Since centuries, the Shore […]
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We converge in a large room to honor literature and those who write it. Most of us are white. Most of us are women. Most of us wear glasses. Margaret Atwood reminds us that if today’s government were truly theocratic most of us would be at home tonight. We would not read novels. We would…
With the exception of Dustin Hoffman’s role in 1988’s Rain Man, a great many representations of autism in fiction, particularly in Hollywood movies, focus on autistic children and young adults. The inevitability that people with autism are bound to face the responsibilities of adulthood is something that filmmakers often sidestep or overlook altogether. As…
Speaking after the service to the Uffculme gravedigger filling in the grave,he came out with some choice Devon that would have pleased Dave.Like’em say; them with lots of friends die young!200 or so I counted, and all there for one. The bells rang out at St Mary’s at the end, after Dun Ringill by Tull.Bells…
Take this out, this spite, this hatred, this venom, take out those guns, don’t spit fire in a messy world, talk to the child, ever so mildly, wrench books out of hand oh unforgiving masters, dispense with justice, don’t split the atom, talk about disarmament in closeted rooms sign papers and let the table talk…
An elderly gentlemen sits in front of me on the train In fine, red braces and a tweed hat the colour of marshland after rain. He is concerned. He left his coat at Derby station and is going to collect it. A normal man of average age is more self-assured than this OAP. A normal…
From the top of those steep sloping green hills they sat relaxed on horseback to marvel in awe at the natural beauty of unspoilt land uncorrupted by the destruction of progress taking away the virginity of the landscape where creatures safely interacted unharmed by callous hands in pursuit of their immoral gain the countryside balance…
