Within ‘Unstated’ you’ll find words, images and music. I’m looking to find sense in this messy, confusing, confused but often lovely world. I’m also looking to enjoy the world, to respond to it and sometimes to simply capture moments from it. I’ll share what I find as honestly as I can.
If you’re not sure what’s here, I hope this site guide will help:A Guide
The ‘Unstated’ web site is free – I hope you enjoy it.
Preventing A Vacuum
I’m very aware that the very word ‘poetry’ is a big turn-off for some people. I can understand that. So let’s ignore defining sets of words as poems or anything else. Let’s focus on what I’m trying to achieve instead. Sometimes I’m keen to write brief … (Read More)
Trust And Verify
They tested the triggers for nuclear bombs here. ‘We all have to be able to defend ourselves.’ Those few words or similar and that’s it – the common belief. (Read More)
Some Splendid Isolation
Alone. Noticing. Solitary, for a while. Aware that the day is the way it is. Aware that it ends. Aware that it might not be that way. Appreciating. (Read More)
The Suitably Seasonal
It’s almost always good to pause. I paused to look around me in December. What would be suitable photos to accompany an English Christmas-New Year? Appropriate photos? And, indeed, what would be appropriate text to go with them? (Read More)
Today was the day I idly thought about plants having feelings. We might think of them as ‘feelings’, but that can only be a limp analogy. For them, their conscious state, their awareness, would be wholly, utterly, completely different. It would be of a type, of a quality, we can’t even begin to imagine, let alone understand. (Read More)
Blind To The Old
I think Britain is not happy with its old people. Calling someone a pensioner seems like an insult. To me, it’s as if old people are seen just as problems. I think often they’re not seen at all. Everyone forgets that pensioners now weren’t pensioners in the past. A pensioner now could have done anything you can possibly imagine in years gone by. (Read More)
No Room Of Your Own
Today was the day I saw a different kind of have-not. Joe and Josephine say they often have a few drinks down there, down by the lake. They don’t have anywhere else to go. Not really. He can go back to his parents’ place and she can go back to hers. And that’s fine; their parents are fine. It’s not the same though – it’s not like having your own place. (Read More)