John Dunn

Precursors

There were precursors to the light, not the light, but each bore witness of that light.

A first encounter with the works of W. B. Yeats

On my first motorcycle, riding across the great arc of the North Yorkshire Moors, the Northern Dales, the Forest of Bowland and the Lake District… alone.

A first recognition by the Fenian that I might have something to say.

Young first love, of course.

Living deep in the suburbs of a strange city, immersing myself in it, losing myself without a map of return… and, in parallel, doing the same with great works of literature.

The shock of Bruckner’s Ninth Symphony.

John Dunn 2022

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