Perfection


Three lemons on a white plate, soon to be pie, curd, tagine; Yet my knife hesitates, hovers over the perfection of raw yellow.


Kae Nae t oks


John Squire and Ian Brown


There are certain men beyond compare For whom criticism has no real worth. Two men who, if they had a care Could have laid claim to the Earth. If all the world was as a stage, Two men could have played the greatest parts; For them the way was not to rage But pen words from truest hearts And melodies that struck a chord And though John left to follow other things, And though Ian’s voice was sometimes flawed, They truly were the nineties’ kings. And let us not forget Reni, Mani and Cressa Without whose genius mankind would be the lesser.


An on


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