August 2008 Archives

Red-brick terraced houses in the westering sun...
The bricks absorb the sunshine and reflect it back with a warmth that makes me grateful for all the years I've lived in the beautiful territory we call England.
Terraced houses. They speak of home for me, and security, and belonging.

FEW of we humans manage to achieve a reputation that lives on after we die.
Those who do get an honoured niche for themselves in the halls of posterity usually haven't striven for it.
They may have striven for art, or justice, or peace, or something else that is noble, but not for personal fame.
There is nothing great in wanting fame for fame's sake - in the way that those desperate saddoes in Big Brother do, for instance.
But anyway ... just what do people need to do make themselves memorable to future generations?
And is it always good to be remembered for one's deeds and creations anyway?

FINE poetry and intelligent songs - we need them more than ever in this era of soul-rotting light entertainment pap.
(If I hear one more person cite Hollyoaks, Big Brother, or the oxygen-stealing Superlambanana as examples of "culture", popular or otherwise, I swear I'll gnaw off my own foot in frustration.)
The above-mentioned are not culture - they are crap.
So try something different ...try attending the Bards of New Brighton poetry and singing group. There is a session on Monday 11 August, starting at 8pm, in the Magazine pub, New Brighton. Admission is free and all are welcome.