I'll post a new fiary entry later. meanwhile here's a new poem to be going on with - inspired by a less than successful Chinese lesson, yesterday.
The words tumble over each other
like surf breaking on a fractured headland
and have as much meaning
as the roar of the ocean
in a conch shell pressed to the ear.
"Yes, that's right!" she says as twenty people
offer twenty different prayers
to the God of confusion
and Babel is renuilt stone by stone
in the centre of the classroom.
More entries will be forthvoming soon(er or later).