@GaryLineker Thank you for standing up to the awfulness. You are a bright light of truth in a bleak time for the UK. And as for the BBC’s squawking about impartiality, it’s noticeable that all their comments are from right wingers. Just a Tory mouthpiece now.
@ananavarro States forcing children to be born should be responsible for the care and education of those children. How much funding are the ‘pro-life’ states allocating to antenatal, birth, postnatal care + education, ongoing healthcare, accommodation, food etc of forced children?
"...a concept album based on the ancient tragedy works and their semantic elements about fate and human nature. The song depicts the story of Euripides, The Bacchae".
https://t.co/ai3SfedCZv
"... I work like the sea, like a shadow,
where sparrows jump on the crumbs of the day,
and the swallows make a fuss for a bite of sky..."
https://t.co/RP4iMoZUZa
https://t.co/88GkAI5JYO
"... after the fires and floods and droughts, they would look at the garden and he would be nowhere to be found. No sign of him at all. They say the home holds the sighs of a hundred voiceless ancestors, and yet here he was, hearing nothing..."
"... when we compare the beauty of two different sunsets, be they in different locations, or different days, we are not implying that the sun itself is different, but merely considering how the world it illuminates attempts to complement it."
https://t.co/rFMX3hFAwK
"... the epitome of tenderness, and the scent of
The sheet, of white and of spring, complete
That inexplicable feeling that I tried, in utter futility, to explain to you."
https://t.co/I9mZFvluZO
I seasonally post this poem by Molly Brodak, a poet whose life ended too soon, but whose mark on the poetry community was profound.
It feels right to post it on National Poetry Day.
"... I would like my affections to be pure, and to live up to the truth of what lives in my imagination. But the fact is, they’re not, and I don’t. I’m not a perfect romantic ideal; I’m human. It doesn’t mean Keats was wrong..."
https://t.co/mbpn4f1Dv7
"... This is my gift, this fractured verse of envy,
A schism of synaptic pulses,
These relics folded and unfolded in sheets of blank paper..."
https://t.co/PZbPhbNBsi
"... Lockdown changed our relationship to our bodies. We observed our bodies expand and contract. We visibly and physically grew older. The grey mask became an extension of our face to the point where we now feel almost naked when not wearing it outside."
https://t.co/x2y56CfQG3