Heavy hand

 

Writing on the wall

says ‘nobody wins the war’;

graffiti plays out.

 

by Scooj

 

The words were scrawled up on a wall of The Bearpit, walls which Bristol City Council keep on painting only to be tagged moments later. The City Council in their zeal to tidy up The Bearpit (for whatever reason) are not bringing people with them. Their ‘ban it’ mentality is leading to a degradation of a space that only two years ago was vibrant, colourful and tidy. In trying to tackle problems such as addiction and violence and homelessness and graffiti and skateboarding, the clampdown is using the ‘clean up’ of The Bearpit as a deflection of its own failings and those of the Government in these years of austerity, and is wrongly conflating these issues.

Homeless people are not necessarily addicts. Addicts are not necessarily graffiti artists. Graffiti artists are not necessarily skateboarders. Skateboarders are not necessarily violent. Violence is not necessarily practiced by homeless people. And so on…

Work with the people who use this space.

Nobody wins the war.

Weather forecast

 

Cold wet and windy

The spectre of winter lurks

it’s time to wrap up.

 

by Scooj

Birthday

 

One year or seven

your time with us has flown by;

the pup growing up.

 

by Scooj

 

 

Biodiversity loss

 

With great urgency

actions, not words, are needed

before it’s too late.

 

by Scooj

 

written on returning from a two day conference on environmental communications. We really do have so very little time remaining to prevent both a biodiversity and climate catastrophe. Time to write to your MPs or political representatives and ask them what they are doing about these two growing issues which will have impacts far greater than any banking crisis we have ever seen.

Motorway view

 

A perfect vee cuts

across seamless clear blue skies;

autumn migration.

 

by Scooj

Taxi

 

It’s an old cliché

and today I lived the dream

cab driver for kids.

 

by Scooj

Toadstools

 

In death we find life

nothing ever goes to waste;

a new beginning.

 

by Scooj

He and I

 

I didn’t want him

I didn’t want him at all

but now I’ve got him

 

we walk together always

with mut(t)ual disrespect.

 

by Scooj

Intro

 

As the nights draw in

I become introverted

and introspective.

 

by Scooj

Changes

 

My old sad heart weeps

for grandchildren not yet born;

their inheritance.

 

by Scooj