Tag: Alison Banville

One

One

Life ain’t a major arcana It’s a flipped up board and spinning dice Life ain’t pre-written drama It’s the Universe in a grain of rice That’s wrong! It’s in ‘a grain of sand’ But it really means the same The Beauty and the Mystery Dwell not inside the brain The Great Imagination Is imagining the Mind Enfolding and unfolding In […]

‘Stuff Happens’ in the Theatre of War and Drama

‘Stuff Happens’ in the Theatre of War and Drama

I have just (belatedly) read David Hare’s highly praised, ‘provocative’ 2004 history play about events leading up to the invasion of Iraq, ‘Stuff Happens’. It contains verbatim public statements made by Bush, Blair and other leading characters’ real life counterparts but Hare has stated that for the behind the scenes conversations he used his imagination, which is entirely acceptable as […]

I’ll Smile – A Poem

I’ll Smile – A Poem

When I’m on my death bed I’ll smile thinking of All the great sex I had Smile contentedly that I allowed myself true freedom, Satisfied that I am not going into the great Unknown regretfully With that niggling feeling deep inside that Others’ conditioned judgements robbed me of joyful experience I’ll smile thinking that I wasn’t infected by shame or […]

Boyfriend Material

Boyfriend Material

He wasn’t boyfriend material He was too easy to draw into my orbit With only the gravitational pull Of my indifferent erotic ozone. I didn’t mean to do it I didn’t even direct it at him The aroma of it just hit his nostrils and he Followed its scent In a neanderthal stupor It wasn’t flattering He was just obeying […]

Ghosted

Ghosted

So. I’ve been analysed And diagnosed With ‘undesirable personality disorder’ Examined for danger And found ‘unsafe for use’ I’ve been ghosted Labeled an ‘unperson’ Unworthy of interest Sent to Coventry Expunged from history Left freezing in the blast Of your Siberian indifference You have averted your gaze. Like a king, Withdrawn your favour. Kafkaesque I’m left wondering What the charges […]

Irresistible

Irresistible

I don’t want a pretty boy Who’s prettier than me With flowing hair And pools for eyes And ‘sensitivity’ Who’s always writing love notes And romantic poetry And saying that His ‘heart’s desire’ Is to be with me Who loves romantic gestures And boasts of how he yearns To hold me close forever Oh how my stomach turns! A man […]

Buff-coat

Buff-coat

‘Hey there ‘Buff-coat’! I know you! We were once comrades Brothers good and true We fought side by side In England’s bloody war Do you not remember me? Let me tell you more We marched along together Through England’s hill and vale And when we got to Putney We told a signal tale Our case was truly stated We thought […]

Class War Romance

Class War Romance

I met him on a train Heading out of Waterloo He was suited and booted A City gent through and through Late thirties maybe Coiffed to the nines He said ‘isn’t it dreadful These trains are never on time’ I replied ‘damn right! We need to stop rationalizing The whole fucking network Needs nationalizing!’ He looked at me Like I’d […]

What Trump’s ‘Locker Room’ Banter Says About Women and Sex

What Trump’s ‘Locker Room’ Banter Says About Women and Sex

This Trump ‘locker room’ banter controversy is really making me glad I know the decent men I do. Men who naturally see women as fellow human beings and who realize that masculinity is completely unrelated to machismo. It’s the real Lynx effect – and boys, it can never be sprayed on. And you just know Trump and his ilk would […]

The Somme: A Deeper Question

The Somme: A Deeper Question

I’ve just been reading, during the commemorations for the Battle of the Somme, Wilfred Owen’s poem ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’ about ‘these who die as cattle’. A comment by a member of the fantastic group, Veterans For Peace UK, on Facebook about the ceremonies says, ‘All the talk of fallen and sacrifice gets me. Those men did not fall they were ripped apart.’ which is exactly right. Senseless mass slaughter……and I couldn’t get Owen’s poem out of my head.