Nothing has been quite the same since 9/11, not because there haven't been wars before, but because The War of Terror is as much a battle of ideas and the mind, as of blood and the body. Yes, it can be argued it was ever thus, but now every nuance of government strategy and sledgehammer of military action is relayed prime-time, debated ad nauseam on the Internet, and there is no hiding in ignorance. But what of it? Why should Death have it all its own way? While the terrorists murder and the soldiers die, we, the people, still meet each other, fall in love, and generate enough good in the world to counter and hopefully, in the end, overhaul the evil. This collection of poetry is about today's reality. It is critical of violence, it praises love and it recognizes death. It affirms that one thing will always remain the same, no matter the 9/11, the 7/7, the invasion of Iraq or the war in Afghanistan; all you really need is love Trevor Maynard's poetry could be said to be a mixture of John Clare, Leslie Coulson and DH Lawrence, with a touch of the sarcastic Byron thrown in. On the other hand, maybe not. Judge for yourself at www.trevormaynard.com
- ISBN10 1445206625
- ISBN13 9781445206622
- Publish Date 22 September 2009
- Publish Status Active
- Publish Country GB
- Imprint Willow Down Books
- Format Paperback
- Pages 84
- Language English