Saturday commute clxv: LD

from 1966:


           . . . the ancients realised,
Noting your tips in trimmings kindled quick,
Your mauled roots roared with confused ardours,
Holding in heat, like great sorrows contained
By silence; dead branch or alive grew pelt
Refused the rain and harboured the ample oil
For lamps to light the human eye ..

No need to add how turning downwind
You pierce again today the glands of memory ..

Lawrence Durrell

Olives

  [extracts]

  The Ikons

  1966

Selected Poems

  Peter Porter

  editor

Faber & Faber, 2006©

Javier Bosca
  photography
Fernando Lindez
Esquire Italia, 11.2018©

The end of the beginning

There is no question that ideas and language of division and hate have existed for decades, but their form of distribution, the tools of organisation, they are new.

We cannot simply sit back and accept that these platforms just exist and that what is said on them is not the responsibility of the place where they are published. They are the publisher. Not just the postman. There cannot be a case of all profit, no responsibility.

This of course doesn't take away the responsibility we too must show as a nation, to confront racism, violence and extremism. I don't have all of the answers now, but we must collectively find them. And we must act.

Prime Minister of New Zealand

Origins of Wednesday xci: First equinox, 2019

       the milder season, in either 
       hemisphere; aromatics change
      








Martin Conte