On the horizon just a ‘dot’. In an over full craft refugees risk their lives for a new homeland. I hope they made it here. A pity I couldn’t get close-ups. ‘Rule Britannia is out of bounds, To my mother, my dog, and clowns’ – Bowie In seven months their world blew upIn seven days
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‘A long way from home – the first living thing you’ll see’ Written in the first person and based on an interview with a refugee on TV a while back. It stayed with me. I walked from somewhere into nowhere As a lonesome refugee No possessions, but in my pocket Safe and sound, a memory
Source: Chicago Tribune ‘Barbed wire used properly can be a beautiful sight’, so said the man who ought to know better. Really? It might be when used as an art-form but not in the context you used it, mate. Whatever, those cruel words got me thinking; got me composing a new piece for the new
Photograph by Richard Mosse using a thermal imaging camera This type of camera is mainly used by the military Mosse used one to capture images of refugees I’d been putting it off for a few weeks, then a couple of days ago I decided to man up and get a haircut. The barber I
(the picture is of clouds over France taken from Dover Harbour this morning) Just a thought, thought up driving home on Sunday. CONTRADICTION (not a poem or a song) To a land of faith and plenty, Came the lonesome refugee, All he wanted was a safe place, To live, unchained and free, Yet when he
