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on Ukraine
sat in their silosweapons of horrific strengthattention focused ~ n.b. Whatever my thoughts on this, writing them would only trivialise the seriousness of the current situation humanity now faces. →
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on Ukraine
ask “What was it for?””We are liberating landwithout people on…” ~ n.b. The first quoted line, reported in The Guardian in the UK, are words of a citizen of a town liberated from the retreating invaders. The second, (same source), from a Ukrainian soldier making his way through the ghost towns of the temporarily, but →
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on time
eventuallyfresh-mown grass, birdsong, flowersweary bones laid down ~ n.b. I was struck by the calm, orderly, well-maintained expanse of a large cemetery on the north side of Elvis Presley Boulevard in south Memphis. Respite from chaos. It’s a shame that such respect is not shown for the living. James, who was waiting for the bus →
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on cash
I’ll buy you a mealbut I won’t just give moneyyou said you’re hungry ~ n.b. Talk me through that again. Hungry means ‘food’ right? A young man, in a desperate condition, scarred, nervous, tired and dirty asked for a dollar for food. I said I’d get him some food, (we were stood outside a hamburger →
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on Ukraine
nuclear assault?how might Pravda report it?obliteration ~ n.b. It is said that Russian protests against the war have begun in several town. Putin mobilising 300,000 more troops. Russians considering how to avoid being called up. Putin’s Vietnam. CLP 21/09/2022 →
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on time
same old song re-sunggigging round the USAnostalgia for some ~ n.b. Supper club swan song, the songs sung over supper. Some punters went along yesterday too. Calling up the past, second childhood, or trying to bury the present? One bloke with a mullet got up to dance to one familiar tune, but sat down when →
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on truth
believe it or notthere are many ghosts out therecalling from the grave ~ n.b. I had a wander to see where all this might be happening. No sign of the Heartbeat Café, no reply to my enquiring email via Bookface, or whatever it’s called these days. I think this perpetually advertised event is a ghosting. →
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two hundred war dayschildren, parents, grand-parentsmorning brings mourning ~ n.b. Everyday, brothers and sisters, everyday. CLP 11/09/2022 →
Journey of Words 