The Road Not Taken
The Road Not Taken She was eager to talk with us, Hurrying up from her garden chores, Pleased that we should take a picture Of her thatched home: Old Fields House, Where Edward Thomas stayed before the ‘War; She pointed out Robert Frost’s house: Little Iddens, And...
Memorialisation and Cultural Control
Memorialisation and Cultural Control (1) Memorialisation and Cultural Control (2) Memorialisation and Cultural Control I’ve just re-read the old Marxist maxim about the philosopher’s task being to change the world rather than merely interpret it, and that took me back...
‘Oh What a Lovely War’
‘Oh What a Lovely War’ I grew up with war: my father fought in WW2 and my granddad (with whom we lived for a while in my childhood) fought in WW1. I still have my first history book, slipped beneath my pillow by my dad when he returned late from Lossiemouth. ‘A...
THE WIPERS TIMES: Our Volume 3
Spring is coming, watch the whizz-bang As it shrieks with mad delight, All the how’zers howl the message As they break the still of night, Through the winter, long and weary, Cold and dreary, we have passed, Lived and slept in Hell’s own muddle, Fed and worked in...
THE WIPERS TIMES: Our Volume Two
A DWELLER IN WIPERS’ ELEGY TO THAT TOWN (With apologies to Grey) A six-inch tolls the knell of parting day. The transport cart winds slowly o’er the lea. A sapper homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to Wipers and to me. Now fades the glimmering star...
The Wipers Times: Our Volume One
THE WIPERS TIMES Correspondence To the Editor. Sir, As a lifelong reader of your excellent paper, I hereby claim the privilege of a few lines to contradict “A Lover of Nature’s” letter in your last issue. Firstly, I heard the cuckoo myself two days previously;...