A thousand Wednesday protests pass in Junghak-dong, But still they call you liars. Your aged backs bend beneath their hate. Why is it easier to believe that you are whores, Than to believe soldiers become beasts? Who are these deniers of history? Look at every nation, I say to them, Show me an army that does not rape. …
Come out for a night of poetry at the Duke of Wellington Pub in Dalston. The Birkbeck Poets host our fourth event Sunday, 23 November, at this wonderful pub. Readings start at 7pm. Join us for a pint (or a glass of wine) and an intimate night with poets in East London. Details here.
Originally posted on tobylitt:
The first thing you need to write a novel is… Time. The second thing you need to write a novel is… More Time. And the third thing you need to write a novel is… Even More Time. This perhaps seems a bit obvious. But let me explain. Time, More Time and…
Camels and Great Blue Heron spied from the walking paths in Regent’s Park.
Red poppies at Tower of London. A visual experience that tugs at the heart.