I saw: old hippies, new hippies, punks, preppies, grandmothers, babes in arms, parents, wrinklies, men in tweeds, trombonists, anarchists, Star … More
Author: Anthony Wilson
Meditation on a line by Rebecca Goss (LentBlog15)
Towards the end of her Greenbelt Festival poetry reading Q and A with Sasha Dugdale in 2017, Rebecca Goss said … More
The dividend (LentBlog14)
Having left FB a week or two ago and quickly decided before I could persuade myself to do otherwise to … More
My climate change conversion (LentBlog13)
There I was, a normal Saturday, coffee and The Guardian, propped up in bed with the old iPad, flicking through … More
Why I can’t vote Labour at the next election (LentBlog12)
I never wanted to have to say this. I never imagined I would. But I have finally lost the plot … More
Staying in touch with my failure rate (LentBlog11)
I always think of myself as working at a rock face. Ninety days out of ninety five, it’s just a … More
The new notebook (LentBlog9)
After Charles Wright Strives for perfection-Thursday Is begun day after votings Old envelope from the hospital) Will … More
The blogs I don’t read (LentBlog8)
When I began blogging almost ten years ago, I felt as though I had been let into the shiny, sugar-scented … More
Portrait (LentBlog7)
I am half way down the path with a recycling bin, a podcast playing on my phone in my pocket, … More
A couple (LentBlog6)
We have all seen them. (Except maybe we do not see them. Maybe what they are doing is so normal … More
Old (LentBlog5)
That isn’t me in the photo, though it could be. A bald man in vaguely sportif clothing trying to take an … More
Interiority (LentBlog3)
‘You good?’ says the book. ‘Yup,’ I say. ‘Good, thanks. All good.’ ‘You’re good. So you’re good,’ the book says. … More
Meditation on a line by Martin Stannard (LentBlog2)
A line that has really been haunting me recently is ‘Horses turned out into a cold field have it’ from … More
A challenge (LentBlog1)
I am not sure how this is going to turn out. It was something somebody said in response to my … More
The Year of Living Deeply 9: Goodbye Facebook, it’s (not really) been real
Dear Facebook I thought I would write to let you know that after years of thinking (and even talking) … More
Lifesaving Poems: C. P. Cavafy’s ‘Waiting for the Barbarians’
Waiting for the Barbarians What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum? The barbarians are due here today. … More
Lifesaving Poems: Philip Larkin’s ‘Going’
Going There is an evening coming in Across the fields, one never seen before, That lights no lamps. Silken … More
Angry
’Have you seen my coat?’ says the book. ’Nope. You seen mine?’ ’Nope. You look tired. Are you tired?’ ’You … More