Category Archives: Blondin

MAGISTER LUDI

So, who are you? Mr Teacher. Oh yes. And what do you teach? I teach people what they already know. And what’s that? That they have nothing to learn.  And how long does that take? Usually many many lifetimes. Of … Continue reading

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THE HAPPIEST OLD

The happiest old have nothing and don’t mind. The happiest young are old before their time. Few these. The others are behind their years, suffer thirteen-year-olds’ fears into their twenties, and in their forties have appetite for sins of twenty. … Continue reading

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PURITY

In the dark tabernacle, a shaft of sunlight illumines the heart and shines through a million years of dust. Clouds and clouds of swirling dust spiralling through the light which spills in a golden pool on damp, grey stone and … Continue reading

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GREAT MEN

But really you see there weren’t any great at all. Those may not have stumbled, heads high, walked tall, filling the silence where others mumbled. But words fail skulls fall. And before? Before, they could taste, smell, see, tell, bore. … Continue reading

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HOW MANY ANGELS CAN STAND ON THE POINT OF A PIN

Although the Two Worlds are so intimately linked, how is it that they are completely distinct? See! A ten-ton elephant and a thousand soldiers reflected in a single mirror! Why doesn’t the glass shatter under the weight of such an … Continue reading

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11th HOUR, 11th DAY, 11th MONTH

November Rose. Pink and white and mauve. Solitary, still, among the rosemary and late autumnal gorse. Sea winds have blown. The first frosts have frozen the short grass. Spring and summer are memories, midwinter an echo in reverse. November Rose … Continue reading

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REQUIEM: ARMISTICE DAY

This year the dead are blind and do not seem to hear our prayers. Nor do they seem to mind that we now own what they once thought was theirs. Here they shed no tear at all the pain they … Continue reading

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