I’ve never been to Georgia Beach in person but it is a beautiful place, especially in the winter when it is empty. Empty can mean either peaceful or desolate. Yet I have been taken there by the words of Margaret Atwood, in her collection of poems 1976 - 1986. I found her work at the … Continue reading Georgia Beech
Understanding poetry
I never know if I understand poetry but that is a silly thing to say. Does it really matter? It is just the same as when I am reading a book. Sometimes I understand the twists and turns of the plot, the interrelations of the characters and the underlying story that the author is trying … Continue reading Understanding poetry
Library book
I’ve started another library book, chosen at random by my friendly librarian from a list which I gave to him a few weeks or so ago. ‘Just choose me a couple I’ll like’ was my instruction and he came back with ‘El hombre que trasladaba las cuidades’, the man who changed the cities by Carlos … Continue reading Library book
Thoughts from a Guerrilla Worker 