Avalon - a poem by S D Wickett
Avalon is a poem recently written by Bournbrook’s S D Wickett.
The death of a market town
Looking around the sorry state of Northampton today, along with so many of our other urban areas, few can be confident of their sagacity in deciding what comes next.
Little did I know: a visit to Auschwitz
I thought I had a good understanding of this period of history. Little did I know.
Great Britain: extinction status since 1972
Britain needs to transform itself from top to bottom if there is even going to be a generation of British in a hundred years time.
In the Tall Grass - a poem by S D Wickett
In the Tall Grass is a poem recently written by Bournbrook’s S D Wickett.
A world without Roger Scruton, three years on
The law, order, civility and tranquility that defined the England of his youth is not only gone, but its grave has been desecrated.
A formative experience with modern art
Beauty is declared irrelevant by those incapable of creating it. It is decried as a white man’s jingoistic fantasy, rather than what it truly is: food for the human spirit.