Kester Brewin

Author: KB

  • Gay Pirates

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    I received a present the other day – a book through the post from an ex-colleague: ‘Sodomy and the Pirate Tradition.’ It’s a fascinating read. Admittedly, I was a little wary: there’s a long history of ‘actually, they were gay’ books which would have us believe that Jesus, St Paul, Shakespeare and even George Michael…

  • Harry Potter and the Importance of Transgression

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    Apologies (really, I’m saying sorry? For what?!) for not posting much recently. It’s not that I’ve had nothing to say…just not much to say in public right now. Lots of writing getting done, so watch this space (if you like watching space.) Anyways, something I’ve been pondering the last couple of days: the importance of…

  • ‘Now I Am Become Death…’ | Theology of Decay | Rituals [2]

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      “We fat ourselves for maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table: that’s the end.” Hamlet, Act IV, Scene III In the previous post I tried to set out a distinction between death (which can remain beautiful – a frozen moment just beyond life)…

  • ‘Now I Am Become Death…’ | Theology of Decay | Rituals [1]

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    Micah Redding has an interesting post bouncing off some of the thoughts I’ve posted here, which reflects on baptism, and whether this represents a ‘ritual to signify the end of rituals.’ My immediate thought was of the lines from the Bhagavad-Gita, made famous by J Robert Oppenheimer in an interview in which he recorded his thoughts…

  • Fall

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    Fall You were well furnished once, abundantly appointed and basking before Fall… …Now the quicksilver falls quickly and, Job-like in stoic silence, you refuse to ask why, but shed all that fed you, coloured you, until bare-limbed you stand trunk-naked in the slipping light, the bracken carpet sheep-trodden at your root; wooden, still, you arbor…

  • New Poem: Skull/Heart/Guts

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    Skull/Heart/Guts This skin-bag barely containing wild raw nature cortex-capped, with dipping cord spine-tingling nervously into the maelstrom below; calcium throne above shuddering brittly at the thought of battles and struggles death and love and chemicals; in the middle, my heart. ©KB Nov 2011