.
An algorithm
that knows your favourite tracks;
a restorative.
by Scooj
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An algorithm
that knows your favourite tracks;
a restorative.
by Scooj
It is difficult
to hide the feelings I have
when it all goes wrong.
.
by Scooj.
• On failing to secure a job I recently was interviewed for.
And I in hades
must gaze in awe at the flames
that will consume me.
by Scooj
Incorporation
of natural forms, calms the
fraught urban landscape.
by Scooj
Crows strutting their stuff;
I am suspicious of their
murderous intent.
by Scooj
Child oblivious,
zig-zagging and jump-jumping,
happy and carefree.
by Scooj
.
Come Spring and banish
these long nights and impotent
days. Bring me succour.
.
by Scooj
Uncomfortable
conversations about death.
Inevitable.
by Scooj
.
Conservatory
music tap tapping and the
rivulets run wild.
.
by Scooj
Snow came and we saw;
a national obsession
sated. Now the floods.
by Scooj
Is it me, or has winter recently become a highly unusual event? We have four seasons, and although climate change is mixing things up a bit, we do still have those four seasons. The news coverage about our weather has become almost non-stop and utterly over the top.
This is a narrative led by successive governments that are reputation driven and risk averse. A millimeter of snow in Bristol is news? This focus and emphasis reminds me of the worst kind of distraction agenda-setting. Our nation is on its knees, EU Exit (formerly known as Brexit) is in a horrendous muddle, Trump, NHS, homelessness, public sector dismantling. Things are not going well in the UK, so let’s talk about the weather, it’s something we can all rally round…isn’t it?
OK I’m done now.