Master of Compromise
I’ve been sailing this ship
Named Compromise, amok.
Twining into far horizons,
Scraping paint off destiny,
Buffeting my way across
An otherwise still mass
Of cool, clean water.
Lurch again! Another landfall,
Skidded, unreliable – what the hell
New found land is this now?
Sleeping, dulled under woodchip,
Catacombed, marooned on patchwork,
Beached in history, a test case
Of the burbs – electric light Pompeii.
© PJ Nolan July 2005
JESUS OF NAZARETH AND THE FRENCH TURN TO GOD
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Since it is Easter week, I have been watching *Jesus of Nazareth* again,
that star-studded 1970s spectacle, that brings back wonderful memories of
being 11...
4 weeks ago