MICHAEL WALSH is considered by many to be the world’s foremost living poet. Shunned by both publishers and corporate media for his politically incorrect writing, the Irish but Liverpool born dissident poet has received tributes from artists of theatre and opera, Church and political figures, playrights and the literati.
Michael Walsh, compiler of Inspire a Nation Volume I and II, lived and worked in the shadow of the ruins of Dinas Bran castle. The ancient fort is situated in the town of Llangollen, a jewel set in the crown of the Berwyn Hills of Wales.
It is a gift we take for granted. It is a gift so commonplace that it tends to be overlooked when there is a need to say something meaningful to someone important in your life. It is one gift with one million choices.
Books educate and inspire. Books help us to become better (or worse) human beings. Books are a mirror reflection of what we are. Show me a person’s bookcase and I know as much as I need to know about that person.
Writing and self-publishing are what it says on the can; you are your own publisher. It is your book; you are in complete control of your book’s presentation and publication. The copyright is yours as are the royalties. It is liberating and for many new authors, it can be profitable.
We are all familiar with Wrigley’s Chewing Gum but the story behind the Wrigley legend is well worth chewing over. I don’t have to hand the original so I fall back on memory.
I was in my twenties when the highly respected broadsheet (before tabloids) Daily Telegraph published a centrefold comparing ordinary not university education then (1960s) and 1900.
I make no apologies for spurning the pomp and pageantry that bull-horns Remembrance Sunday. There is much about the war that knows no political or national boundaries; war is a monument to human frailty, not strength.
The tributes I have received during the 53-years of political struggle, Mike Kampf as my wife calls it, are invariably respectful and complimentary and are a great source of pride for me.
When on February 8, 1961, the MV King Arthur steamed out of Liverpool the sailors on-board the freighter couldn’t have known that one of their ports of call would be the scene of The British Empire’s Last Battle.
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