Twelve years

A man is ‘called out’ for posting a workout referencing a film ’12 years a slave’ . What are we supposed to do? What is wrong with using such simile? ‘I’m working like a slave’ is not an uncommon phrase. Are we to be banned from using it anymore? Surely it both celebrates the capacity of a slave to work hard and at the same time recognises that a man should not have either to work as a slave or be a slave. What are we to say instead? I’m running like a winger? I’m spinning like a jet engine? Or ballet dancer? They don’t have quite the same impact, do they? And the impact that I’m working like a slave has is derived from the very thing that slavery is.

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Perhaps again the bee

Perhaps again the bee…

Perhaps the moor’s heather shall stand proud
Enchanting, by its vibrant purple shroud
Rutilant below heaven’s snow white cloud,
Her eyes, as if she had long since vowed
Again to no more vainly cry aloud;
Pleading after the bee’s sweet secret kiss
Sweet aromas softly yielding bliss
Around the tender form of gentle miss
Gath’ring nectar – such gracious benefice –
Accomp’nied by a quiet burr and hiss;
In time shall we perhaps the honey taste?
Not though ’til then, shall we again embrace.

Slave traders

At last an acknowledgement on the BBC that the Atlantic slave trade was not solely the responsibility of Europeans, but that Africans themselves provisioned it, that the slave trade itself was already in existence when we arrived and that it survived until the second world war despite our attempts to suppress it. You may notice however that the article reads more like the speech of Mark Anthony than an apology for any part played in the trade.

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A matter of wind

In the days of lockdown one of our pastors thought Philippians would be a good place to be. Lockdown proved to be longer than that, so where then do you go? To that great and exciting book of reflections, the book of the wind or breath, no, not the Acts of the Apostles but the preaching of the Preacher, Ecclesiastes. PeteT asked for a profile, but what does a profile matter now? Three years ago it did a little; ten years it was worth something; twenty, thirty years ago surely it was something which we polished up now and again. The Preacher reflected: it was all wind or heavy breathing.

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Slaver’s statues and statutes

It was with dismay that Coco read of the act by some the pulling down and littering of the harbour in Bristol with the statue of Edward Colston. Coco cannot support or in any way endorse such actions or the removal of statues to such men in this way, however neither does Coco endorse slavery in any of its forms whether ancient or modern.

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Black but comely

Do those words cause offence? Is it the sort of thing you should shout out in the streets these days? Does it make you think of skin colouring? There are many skin types from black through browns, olives, yellows, reds, pinks, pales to white. If Coco have missed any please tell me [off?]. Please do not think that Coco has forgotten about frogs, fish, flora and feathered friends whose colourings are far more vibrant than our own. Does it make you think of complexion? A dark (to submit to modern perspectives on the matter, but Coco really means black) complexion is much more robust than a pale [white] one and longer lasting. But it is not just skin colouring that is in view here.

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Another time

Another time, another year

The bluebells in the woods
have raised their heads to thee
Who in the shadows of the past
the garth of Arundel didst tread.

The daffodils in gold
have spread a mat for thee
Who in the mists of days of old
the Surrey fields didst oft frequent.

The roses red have yet
their beauty to bestow
‘pon thee who in the present day
much happiness shouldst know.