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The first full-length show is called:
It's a look at all sorts of things - my 55-word prose 'word sketches', character portraits, science, and ignorance, the quest for knowledge, the current state of the world around us, confusions and cruelties...
I throw a rock into a pool and watch the ripples spread
My eyes are on their outward motion not the splash that fed, them.
Knowledge is a magic well, whatever water you remove
There’s always more to find, to tell, there’s always more to prove.
The widening ripples on my lake – the growing circumference of the wake
In touch with more and more and more, and spreading to some distant shore
The ripples touching the unknown, not trapped where the first stone was thrown.
We cannot know what we don’t know, but the need to make the throw that drops the rock into the water
It compels us without quarter.
Knowledge just for knowing’s sake
Dredged from Ignorance’s lake
Is worthless. Surely we’ve a duty
In its use. It’s not just booty
To be squandered, thrown away
Recycled in some other way
But can we trust ourselves today
Chemical warfare? Enola Gay?
We throw our rocks into the pool and watch the ripples spread
But how we harvest knowledge is the path we need to tread.
We need imagination ... like Albert Einstein said.
The Charges of the Bank Brigade
Six hundred pounds -
A reasonable fee
A job well done in January…
Barclays, Nat West, TSB
Inland revenue, VAT
Have all had shares of my money
Into the valley of debt rode my six hundred.
He Talked in Scrawl
My son arrived, born under water
Eyes wide open, he joined my daughter.
He cried, he smiled, he talked in scrawl
I never knew what he meant at all -
Still close to God, and innocent
Why would I know what he meant
Not yet worldly, not yet wise
The universe held in his eyes
The crying starts, today, tomorrow
Not hunger, heat, but cries of sorrow
Sees the godhead disappear?
No longer sure of why he’s here?
And then the journey- 80 years
To find again what led to tears.
For in those moments after birth
We briefly knew what we were worth.
I watched him staring into space
A smile plain upon his face?
Did angels gaze or spirits walk?
I used to wish that he could talk.
He smiled, he laughed, he talked in scrawl
I never knew what he meant at all.