The Joy of Classical Studies

As a classicist part of my job is speculating upon and re-interpreting literature and history so as to shed new light on old ideas, this also translates as stretching the truth as far as it will go without actually leaving the rails provided by the ‘facts’
In this spirit I have decided to rewrite Antigone in a distinctly [...]

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Sailing nightside, keeping it all together

Therein lies the answer, well its somewhere amongst all the glistening water and the ground up detrius of the millenia.
I lean out and touch the horizon, it’s a lot colder than it looks because behind it is an infinite blackness which according to the secularised world is infinitely empty.
Something in this uncertain head of mine [...]

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Lesser men and mountainsides

I only begin to notice that there is something amiss when I look out of the window and notice the ground is closer than it should be, I’m not all that perturbed which doesn’t surprise me in the slightest, I have not felt anything for several months now. There are a group of Americans to [...]

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Catching the Red-Eye Across the South

The world today realised there was no reason to get out of bed and that most of them couldnt stomach their breakfasts, so they stayed in bed indefinately, there were those of us that tried but could not rest so I assumed the cockpit and after flicking switches and hearing the sounds of the engines [...]

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Break(ing)

I walked from the hospital
My fresh bill of ill health
Proof of the reason
Why I should be alone
Float to my car
I remember a time
You would have picked me up
You would have made me feel
Just made me feel
Hoping that these pills
Can help set me straight
Cut out the darkness
Save me from my fate
I pass by the park
I cannot [...]

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Small Town Poetry

I live in a small town
It’s epic in it’s own small way
Like a short book without a plot
It’s the kind of place you could be dead
and still think that you’re not
There’s a man I pass
Have done just about every day
ever since I was about so tall
I still don’t know his name
and we have never exchanged [...]

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Story

I’m always writing stories, always writing, so I have decided to serialise one of my current projects and post it on the internet, it is called ‘The school’ as a working title, so feel free to check it out, I’ll keep posting, and you never know if it gets published I’ll stop and then you’ll [...]

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The dispossesed and how you cannot sell them a new car

In between thoughtless, souless drone and self aware, soulful but equally unimpressive drone there lies a personality definition known only as Arnold, he’s his own particular type and yes whilst you could refer to him as a D1 market segment most likely to buy ready meals for one whilst saying ‘their not so bad’, you’d [...]

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Catatonic

I breathe in.
There are two of them, someone called them and made them aware that I was lying on a pavement, which pavement and where I’m not really sure of and even if I knew I would not care, all things being a variation on the same theme.
Their van, yellow with orange flashing lights and [...]

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