My first term at Liverpool. Tuesday morning.
The professor of Philosophy’s lecture:
“All metaphysical statements are false,
or platitudinous”. My memory
of that October is of soft sun,
and clement shadows in the breezy
pollution of the river city.
Today, I have realised, that morning,
not quite four hundred miles due south east,
near the Pont Saint-Michel, under orders
from their chief, Maurice Papon, a Vichy
collaborator, police were beating
Algerians demonstrating against