Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
– T.S. Eliot
On 6th December 2020 my brilliant friend, Len Barron, was found dead in his room. He had been a huge part of inspiring my deep love of poetry and words in general. I was lucky enough to have been bequeathed some of his many, many writings and feel passionate about sharing them. He was convinced his work was very mediocre but I am certain he was a low-key genius.
This is 100% his work. I’m sorting through it all at the moment, so formatting may change slightly, just to warn you.
Enjoy xx
- Weak Obsession
- Lara’s Return
- 100 Hours
- ‘What Vision Can We Have…?’
- A Wonderful Life
- 21st Century Nostalgia
- Absurdia
- Anataraxia
- Anostalgia
- My Latest but not my Last, Will & Testament
- I, Alien
- Autumnesque
- Anti Sestina: Abstractions
- Glasses: A True Story, or The Truth at Last?
- Random Thoughts on Creatures
- Vita Negativa Naturaliter
- Untitled Sonnet
- Seasonal Delusion
- Wandering Thought
- Watching Westerns with Ludwig Wittgenstein
- Queueing
- Calligraphy, or The Self-Reflexive Art of Writing Finely
- Marriage: The Lover to his Post-PostModern Coy Mistress
- Perhaps to be or not to be a weasel…
- Ars Ego
- C&I
- Now & Then
