I am off for a fortnight's holiday back home in Darlington ancient
car permitting. I leave at 8 tomorrow morning. But first I thought
I would say that it was a pity George Bush got chicken-hearted last
time. I cant see air strikes against Saddam being succesful in removing
him from power, and the best chance for ground forces is gone. Which
has left one almighty cock-up. Politically what is happening is a
disaster for the US and UK. Unless by some stroke of fortunate Saddam
is eliminated which seems most unlikely.
And what has all this to do with everyday poetry. Basically nothing.
Quality poetry doesnt arise out of these situations. Although you
might get a bit of chopped-up prose.
The mask of Castlereagh doesnt fit very well on New Labour.
Well I am off on holiday and leave you to it. A poisoned chalice.
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