Ralph Alger Bagnold (1896-1990) – we salute you.
Ralph Alger Bagnold (1896-1990) – we salute you. Who saw the first excavation of the Sphinx lion body, preserved from erosion by the sand. Singing sands, what is your secret? Who explored the vast desert from Cairo to Ain Dalla, in a Ford Model A. Whistling sands, what is your secret? Who founded the […]
sinai
there is a temple in the desert pillars prone and hieroglyphics scattered thoughts i am blind to meaning but listen all I hear are my own footsteps too loud i stand still as the peregrine a coptic prayer is on the wind old as grains of sand there is a monk hidden in rock mind […]
Gronant
Gronant Most of my time was spent making friends with sand dunes, scrambling up their shoulders and jumping off their heads. At night I had to sleep in a guards van. Windowless. Bunk beds. Better beds were in the Crosville single-decker. You could sit in the driver’s seat grasping the steering-wheel and pretend you were […]
Hope
Hope It may well be hallucination but it’s just possible that shimmering light on the arid horizon really is water and those vague shapes are palm trees marking an oasis.
Gall Bladder
Gall Bladder When you bile potaters don’t let ’em run over onto the stove. There was something very vexing about his attitude. By this time I was feeling gloomy; the events of the day had stirred my bile: no sleep all night pain in the back emergency ambulance now this ultrasonic joker. One week and […]
Day 5
Desert: Often used as a metaphor for infertility, exhaustion, etc, in Shelley’s poem it represents the transience of power and pride: www.poetryarchive.org/poem/ozymandias Can you find anything positive to say about a desert? Martin Zarrop