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There is so little that one can say, one says it all.
I find myself thinking of these lines from Beckett’s HAPPY DAYS more and more often. I once wrote ‘Words are the part of silence that can be spoken.’ And again, I said, ‘Every word written is a net to catch the word that has escaped.’
March

As I write this on the day of paying tax, Jan 31st, I am thinking about what responsibility means in a society that doesn’t recognise it.
February

Honour the fate you are…
That’s from the Auden poem ATLANTIS in our January Poem of the Month. It seems like a good thing to remember, surfing into the New Year, with all its challenges and surprises, difficulties and dreams.
January

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