Janet Cameron

Mercury Crowning Philosophy, Mother of the Arts.  Mmmm... It's a great feeling to lose yourself in beauty.  Philosophers have pondered this incredible Aha feeling since they first started pondering in their ancient armchairs.  http://decodedpast.com/immanuel-kant-aesthetic-experience-love-beauty-distanced-self/

 August 2012, Author Midnightblueowl, Wikipedia Commons   In honour of Nelson Mandela: INVICTUS, written by William Ernest Henley who lived from 1849 to 1903. Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell church of circumstance I have not winced n or cried aloud Under the bludgeoning of chance My head is bloody but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find me, unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate. How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul.  

Photo Copyright Janet Cameron This is one of my earliest poems. It's entirely autobiographical, I lived it, utterly and completely. It's not in the least sophisticated by today's standards but... well, I'm not going to apologise for it. It never won an award but the Open University chose it for their anthology.  Adrian was, and is, still, a real person. He is now a very crusty old guy who writes angry letters to politicians and companies who make, what he regards as, excessive profits.  All the letters end, "Yours in disgust."  But, heavens, he was wonderful then. ORGY WITH DAMSONS AND WASPS   Adrian, up the damson tree, doodling damsons down on me. One in the mouth and one in the sack and I’m a damson-o-maniac. The sack is full.   Oh, pity, poor tum… The bellyache season has just begun. ‘You know what’ll happen.   Shouldn’t we stop it?’ ‘I know, I know.   But won’t it be worth it?' Adrian ambles the bridle way, a pack on his back in