Whatever it is, it’s a passion – a benign dementia that should be engulfing America, fed in a way the opposite of…

‘It is the future generation that presses into being by means of these exuberant feelings and super-sensible soap bubbles of ours.’ SCHOPENHAUER…

When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside. But…

I’ve taken my fun where I’ve found it; I’ve rogued an’ I’ve ranged in my time; I’ve ‘ad my pickin’ o’ sweet’earts,…

Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle homeward thro’ the…

In an upper room at midnight See us gathered on behalf Of love according to the gospel Of the radio-phonograph. Lou is…