Saturday, February 28, 2015
'Some of us predict the Past, imagine the Present,
Historicise the Future too. But our dates are mythical,
Our imaginings are private fictions, our predictions are
Time that is measured is only is only a strip of a Perpetual Calendar, a fictional chronometer, a mood too subjective to serialise as the last Act in a play without an Epilogue.'
Closing lines of a contribution I sent to Poem Hunter, 'Time Sense and the Present Tense' on 28 February,2015.