Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
Another reblog from another time... Been a long time between posts. I wanted to write but people and things kept cutting into my bloggy brainwaves and once they were gone, they sulked till I came grovelling to get them back. Cognitions can be a bitch that way. You remember things you would much rather not;... Continue Reading →
We had a very robust English literature syllabus while I was in school. Pope, Dylan Thomas, Matthew Arnold, Sassoon, Rupert Brooke et al. I specially remember Pope because just reading the title of his famous long poem 'The Rape Of The Lock', had us all giggling like silly school girls (which we were) and also... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 