The Ground Swell Is What’s Going To

If The Poem Has No Obvious Destination, There's A Chance That We'll Be All Setting Off On An Interesting Ride.

I Was Born In Northern Ireland In 1951. I Lived Most Of My Life There Until 1986 Or 1987

Confusion Is What We're Living With - Not Being Able To Make Sense Of What's Happening To Us From Day To Day. Whereas Making Sense Is What We're Aiming For - Making Sense.

I Suppose For Whatever Reason I Actively Welcome Being Put Down, Something Which Perhaps Goes Back To My Upbringing - That Accusation Of Not Being Worthy Which Could Be Laid At One's Door.

The Ground Swell Is What’s Going To Sink You As Well As Being What Buoys You Up. These Are Clichés Also, Of Course, And I’m Sometimes Interested In How Much One Can Get Away With.