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There was a period like that, though it was hardly ‘critiquing’ it, as you so pretentiously call it.
I was complaining about people who saw poetry only in terms of rhyme.
Mizzy’s comments helped with that, and I’ve often said that I was very wrong to comment as I did.
I often admit to being wrong, including recently on the freudian imagery which you googled.
Have you ever admitted to being wrong in here? Such as about the murder of Jo Cox??
Or refusing to discuss anything (neo-liberal springs to mind immediately), hiding behind a veil of personal abuse??
Just saying
Toni Morrison has died.
Read Beloved. It will tear you apart.
Callme would do well to read some of Maya’s work.
Still I Rise
BY MAYA ANGELOUYou may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may trod me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I’ll rise.Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wellsPumping in my living room.Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty of tides,Just like hopes springing high,Still I’ll rise.Did you want to see me broken?Bowed head and lowered eyes?Shoulders falling down like teardrops,Weakened by my soulful cries?Does my haughtiness offend you?Don’t you take it awful hard’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold minesDiggin’ in my own backyard.You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air, I’ll rise.Does my sexiness upset you?Does it come as a surpriseThat I dance like I’ve got diamondsAt the meeting of my thighs?Out of the huts of history’s shameI riseUp from a past that’s rooted in painI riseI’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.Leaving behind nights of terror and fearI riseInto a daybreak that’s wondrously clearI riseBringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,I am the dream and the hope of the slave.I riseI riseI rise.In your heart a loved one lies, to be a liar you will be found out. Your memory needs uncomfortable storage, to gain remembrance unsociable hours. The Isle of Wight is reputed to be one of the spookiest places in the UK and is often referred to by enthusiasts as “Ghost Island”. So with our October “Isle of Fright” only a two months away we thought we’d take a look at some of our favourite “spooky” tales from around the Island
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