Category Archives: Oxford Blues
Jane Horne’s daughter was deformed in hands and feet. Jane herself showed signs of being senile with her ever-hanging, half-dry smile. In 1727, there were no geriatric wards to treat her,so the neighbours were quite naturally concerned. They said she’d … Continue reading
Products of the Pastare apparent all around us.All of them outlastand eternally surround us. The Past for its own sakeis always out of view,following in the wakeof something always new. Looking for the Past itself,records are all you find;fossil, video, … Continue reading
If there is only One,nothing can be special.If there is Nothing,what then? .
Going out there is no other,coming back there is no trace.Though we must love one another,whose is the beloved’s face? Start from wherever you think you wish to,you cannot end up in a different place.Examine carefully the mirrors around you.All … Continue reading
In St Peter’s graveyardthe bones have labels. The labels are incised in marble or slate.The coming together of the bones is recorded.(God breathed on those bones.)The dislocation of the bones is recorded.(God stopped breathing.)The length of time in betweenis calculated … Continue reading
A terrorist gets his way by violence. Like Alexander,he would prefer a city to surrender peacefully.Like Alexander,he will destroy it if it doesn’t and enslave its population. A successful terrorist,like a successful leopard,does not change his spots. A pugilist can … Continue reading