Whatever I wrote was heretical. It offended the editors of the women's magazines.
A whispering and watery Norfolk sound Telling of all the moonlit reeds around.
Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.
Now if the harvest is over, And the world cold, Give me the bonus of laughter, As I lose hold.
Norfolk would not be Norfolk without a church tower on the horizon or round a corner up a lane. We cannot spare a single Norfolk church. When a church has been pulled down the country seems empty or is like a necklace with a jewel missing.
On out deathbeds we're not going to regret all the work we didn't do. We're going to regret all the sex we didn't have!
Too many people in the modern world view poetry as a luxury, not a necessity like petrol. But to me it's the oil of life.
Our primary threat today is ISIS. And because Hillary Clinton failed to renegotiate a status of forces agreement that would have allowed some American combat troops to remain in Iraq and secure the hard fought gains the American soldier had won by 2009, ISIS was able to be literally conjured up out of the desert, and it's overrun vast areas that the American soldier had won in Operation Iraqi Freedom.
The sons of Adam are limbs of each other, Having been created of one essence. When the calamity of time affects one limb, the other limbs cannot remain at rest. If you have no sympathy for the troubles of others, You are unworthy to be called by the name of a human.
I like pressure. If I am not on the edge of failure, I'm not being sufficiently challenged.
People want to see big, escapist fare. They don't want to be challenged to think.