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Our Son and the Organist.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

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For Michael and all who knew him

Someone died last week. A young man, or young to me, since he was only thirty-nine. And in the week of mourning that followed, those of us who loved him fall into a kind of silence. 398 more words

Spaced Out

One of my absolute favourites

– Funeral Blues, W.H Auden

It's education - stupid!

School Swap – The Class Divide. ITV 9pm

I like Nicola Sturgeon, and I did vote for the Nats, knowing well that we’d get Cameron and Osborne, the Oxbridge educated elite whose scare tactics worked a treat in getting enough people on their side to elect them. 1,491 more words

Poets in prose; and the First Fleet - Tony and Betty! Rope and Pulley!

Keats had to die before Shelley really stood up for him, but when Shelley did, he did so with passion and venom.

It may well be said that these wretched men know not what they do.  814 more words