Poetry as Socio-proctology

Of Beauty bereft, now her tree is bare At Eve's Sin we'd yet despair  Did not Fidelity's oft plundered fruit So wither ...

Though my Thought was decidedly not a Daedalus too dazzled its own maze to escape But such noble rot as- ' Dionysius' just desert...

I suppose Mum must have picked up an extra shift Or maybe the old Jew on the market stall had over stocked Still, it was Christmas and ...

'Dad's lads' was a term I came across when I was first studying Industrial Economics. The notion was that, at the margin, Craft ...

  V.G Gopal , like my maternal grandfather, was a Tambram freedom fighter, Parliamentarian and Trade Union leader. There the resemblance end...

is a) Eternal Vigilance which means staying amped- doing a coupla lines every few minutes just to stay focused- and thus displaying b) E...

Let us suppose I am a Trump supporter. Let us further suppose that I believe that many of Trump's statements are false but I still don...