Brutkey

Brian Bilston
@brianbilston@mastodon.online
The Good Old Days   Pity the poor children of today, with their calendars stuffed with chocolates,   never to know the thrill of opening a small cardboard door and discovering behind it   a picture of a bell. Brian Bilston 81a56d0458152c85.jpeg Nihilism Means Nothing to Me   Hegel, when you left me, you put me through the mill. I kant think clearly anymore – your marx are on me still.   The hobbestacles are everywhere. Unlocke your door and be my guide. Life is dull when you’re not arendt, I nietzsche by my side.   You said I bourdieu senseless. You claimed I drove you nuts. But I adorno other – My head spinoza much   The rawls of love I just don’t get, I don’t know where to sartre. I plato win but always lose – come back, exhume my heartre. Brian Bilston 8e6a3e5195f44817.jpeg A poster for Bewdley Festival, which runs from 10th to 25 October and features amongst others Jonathan Coe, Ria Lina and Adrian Goldberg. 0087b0bd900ae5c8.jpeg A poster for Words and Music, 23 August 2025 in Rolvenden Layne in Kent. Starts at 2pm. Includes fab music from the likes of European Sun, Fay Hallam and Sassyhiya. 8bedc268f1e26056.png A poster for Marlborough LitFest, which runs between 25-28 September. It’s got a lovely bright logo featuring a pile of books. 2cc281cc74cb65a6.jpeg A poster for Bewdley Festival, which runs from 10th to 25 October and features amongst others Jonathan Coe, Ria Lina and Adrian Goldberg. f7478d7d61d36abe.jpeg Neither Rhyme Nor Reason To make poems rhyme can sometimes be tough as words can seem to be from the same bough, yet each line’s ending sounds different, though, best covered up with a hiccough or cough.   Was this upsetting to Byron or Yeats? Dickinson, Wordsworth, Larkin or Keats? Did they see these words as auditory threats? Could they write their lines without caveats?   What does it matter when all’s said and done if you read this as scone when I meant scone? It’s hardly a crime. There’s no need to atone: language is a bowl of thick minestrone.   So mumble these endings into your beard – this poem should be seen, rather than heard. Brian Bilston a0c138c748b0ce50.jpeg Plane Verse Dedicated to the passenger in front of me when   you     recline       your         seat,           it is difficult           for me to eat Brian Bilston 4af0572255c8148b.jpeg