It was Father's Day today and time, therefore, to think of my father - did you think of yours?
My father was a mountain, a colossus, a beacon; actually he was none of these, but as more time passes the more he becomes so in my mind.
As he is not here to hug and honour, I need him more and more.
I hope you enjoyed your Father's Day; whatever they are to you, they are you.
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Terry Johnson's writings, poetry and musings about Ezra Pound, Wyndham Lewis, Henri Gaudier-Brzeska, James Joyce, Samuel Beckett, T.S. Eliot and other luminaries of the literary and poetry worlds across Europe, Asia and America.
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