Posts Tagged ‘inspiration’

Quotes About Freedom of Speech

April 7, 2018

Will elaborate.shortly:

“If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.”
― George Orwell

“The moment you say that any idea system is sacred, whether it’s a religious belief system or a secular ideology, the moment you declare a set of ideas to be immune from criticism, satire, derision, or contempt, freedom of thought becomes impossible.”
[Defend the right to be offended (openDemocracy, 7 February 2005)]”
― Salman Rushdie

“I may not agree with what you say, but I shall defend to my death your right to say it”

Evelyn Beatrice Hall

“I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat. ”

John Milton, Areopagitica

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Cool Shades of Blue

May 16, 2017

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The sun, a pale yellow disk in the sky, was going down. She thought of childhood. She thought of freedom. Memories thrust themselves upon her. She did not invite them in, they simply arrived, pale ghosts wandering through her head.

Her swim in the calm sea beneath a serene sky had been all too brief. She scooped up a handful of sand and let it trickle down her leg. She wanted to make this moment forever.

She tried not to think about where the car was taking her -back to the bin. She wanted to sit here, on the back seat, forever, reassured by the comforting rhythm if the motor, travelling into an infinite golden sunset.

A place in which night was banished and sky and sea merged and she immersed herself in their cool shades of blue.

Two Cats In The Yard

March 29, 2017


Flower Seller by Diego Rivera

March 14, 2017


Apartment Tour

March 13, 2017

Shelfies Part I

February 7, 2017

Inner Universe

February 4, 2010

Was inspired to dig out this poem in response to this remarkable piece of prose-poetry.   The idea of the inner universe appeals to me.


She stands in the garden
Where saplings grow,
Shooting up between paving stones
Against all odds
She turns away to face
The arid landscape of the city
A gawky teenager shuffling awkwardly
In a doorway

She bites down on her knuckles
They have seen her blood
Their eyes burn holes
Right through her
She has been exposed
A kind of primal fear emanates from her
She is wounded by the heat
Of their collective gaze

Her spirit resides
In a hot and dry wasteland
Arid and soulless amid burning sands
And parched rock
She feels the earth turn
Beneath her
She feels the sky twisting
In on itself

She watches her life dissolve
Her body is a cry for help
Bewitched by their lies
She is fragmenting
As the dust settles
On the years of her life

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