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Peter B Godfrey

Peter B Godfrey

Lonely and Alone

Lonely and Alone

Are different things The easiest place to be lonely is when you’re separated from other people or you’re missing someone or you’re sick. The difficult thing to remember is that the lonely moments are serving to remind you to treasure the bits when you’re not -

Rectify or fix yourself

Rectify or fix yourself

Dear Life You don’t have to have a dream My little side project, Dream Intentionally - while you’re awake, turns ONE today. I produced a short apt ‘book spine’ poem to mark Week 52 - with acknowledgement to the authors of the two books Alice Munro and Tim

‘Ignorance is Strength’ - if you know, you know

‘Ignorance is Strength’ - if you know, you know

It’s 1949 and Eric Arthur Blair is writing now… Two fingers of his right hand were inkstained. Why had he been writing during the lunch interval? Why had he used an old fashioned pen? What had he been writing? The telescreen struck fourteen. He was already dead, he reflected.

Make art

Make art

Art is everywhere. The arts cannot be cancelled. Make art, consume art, be art. Nature is an artist. The arts live inside of us all. 'I’m not artistic; I find art boring; I don’t get it'. Creativity isn’t all about instinct. It’s about pattern

Weaponised values

Weaponised values

Lash out. Succumb to rage. Wield your most sincerely held values as a weapon. Your feelings too. Frame your views negatively. Gossip - promote trust among members of an in-group - even if it involves reckless calumnies about others. Feel satisfied - scratch that itch. The ultimate effect is more

Heartbroken

Heartbroken

I want to do stuff that’s really beautiful, and that scares me to death. And if you don’t like it, I’m heartbroken - and I also don’t care. I know that I’ll be okay. I 'found' this piece in a recent 'confessional&

The song

The song

It’s sad, it’s mysterious it’s nostalgic. The song is surprising and simple - sparse in a way. Yet if feels so still, so raw, so reverent like a psalm or a prayer or an ancient funeral chant. Perhaps one day I will mourn the loss of these