E Y E W E A R, THE BLOG - FREEDOM MEANS BEING UNAFRAID TO WRITE WHAT YOU THINK

  Yeats was sometimes wrong. As maybe were The Old Masters. Not sure about them today. But Yeats, yes - sometimes a terrible ugliness is born. The last few months have seen ambassadorial resignations, assassination, slaughter of innocents, wars, aerial bombardments, mass arrests - while the West slips closer to authoritarianism, and the idea of democracy withers. Meanwhile, global heating is inexorably killing life as we know it, on our planet. This we know, yet we go to ballgames, TV awards, movies, clubs, restaurants, bars, and play away our cares, because, as Eliot another poet said, approximately, that too much reality is unbearable. If this blog has not commented on every event, poems have been written, tears shed, hands wrung, and despair felt, rest assured. Now Trump , our strange bedfellow, is here in the UK. The Age of Social Media is giving way to the Age of AI. Vast fortunes are about to be made, and millions made jobless. War and medicine, art and science, sex and reli...