The Labour party in Britain has just unleashed a series of free animated manifestos from the land of chalk drawings. They're awfully cute, and even rather funny. Will they tip the swing voters back? Meanwhile, Gordon Brown now claims to be a fan of Lady Gaga. I am trying to square that one with his circle, or rather, circle that with his squareness. On another bat channel, Cameron and Co. are offering a government we can all join (without the smell of the sedan leather, as one BBC pundit put it this morning) - which means WE get to set up the schools, run the fire departments, clean the wards, and fire bad cops - making Britain the first fully-functioning Fisher-Price kingdom. Very juvenile all this. What is Clegg offering - free candy-flavoured unmentionables?
A poem for my mother, July 15 When she was dying And I was in a different country I dreamt I was there with her Flying over the ocean very quickly, And arriving in the room like a dream And I was a dream, but the meaning was more Than a dream has – it was a moving over time And land, over water, to get love across Fast enough, to be there, before she died, To lean over the small, huddled figure, In the dark, and without bothering her Even with apologies, and be a kiss in the air, A dream of a kiss, or even less, the thought of one, And when I woke, none of this had happened, She was still far distant, and we had not spoken.
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