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Pan’s Dance
The poems in this collection are selected from previous collections by the author and include new work. This juxtaposition becomes thematic as the reader leaves studies in esoteric musings on nature, art, and myth to take a deeper look at the word study itself. These later poems, written during the final months of a doctorate in philosophy, take the word from the desk to the bedroom to outdoor landscapes and suburbia, in order to relay the teachings and/or philosophical journey of life on a deeply spiritual and eco-religious level. In this way, the intellect and the soul share a correspondence not always afforded in the everyday of our living. The collection also includes a short postscript of poems which considers an architecture of poetics to bring the outside in and vice versa.
The City Dairy
The early nineteenth century witnessed the mass movement of people from Britain’s countryside into its burgeoning towns and cities; people came to the city in search of work. This prompted many dairy farmers to follow suit and move themselves, their family and their cows into the country’s growing metropolises, where they opened the first generation of city dairies. In the 1830s, transportation in Britain was revolutionized by the coming of the railways, enabling foodstuffs, including milk, to be transported in bulk from countryside to city. Large dairy companies took advantage of this opportunity, opening a new generation of retail dairies. The demand for milk was so great that some cit...
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The Cannibal mouse
Botcherby boyhood days and the growing to manhood, in the forties, fifties and sixties. Carnival days, local hero's, Norman Street School, Harraby Sec Mod, dancing in the Market hall, County Ballroom, Cameo, etc. adventure, scrumping orchards, poaching, teenage battles. its all here. heartache and pain, Joy and love, Happy days, not so happy. tragedy and pain. friends and love ones lost. dedicated to our lovely son Philip who we miss as much now as the day he left us. see you in heaven son.( If I am so luck
Gallefor. a family.
the Gallefor name is apparently soon to be forgotten, no others of this name are known, regardless of the families best efforts, unless you know different. this book is a light heartfelt look at the family and its many off shoots
