Vyager gans Geryow (Bert Biscoe) lives in Truro. He is a poet and songwriter whose work draws on his interest in history, politics, social justice and language. He represented the people of Boscawen Division on Cornwall Council. The Division was formerly called ‘Moresk’ – an unbroken link from civic administration to the hurried…Continue Reading “Governor Generals Get There Soonest – A Poem by Bert Biscoe”
(Photo Steve Tanner) Vyager gans Geryow (Bert Biscoe) lives in Truro. He is a poet and songwriter whose work draws on his interest in history, politics, social justice and language. He represents the people of Boscawen Division on Cornwall Council. The Division was formerly called ‘Moresk’ – an unbroken link from civic administration…Continue Reading “Yew Tree at Perranwell Station – a Poem by Bert Biscoe”
This month we have another of Bert Biscoe’s poems. Sit back and listen to the engaging sound of Bert’s voice as he relates his story of The Porthleven Goose versus Old Will Temby. More of Bert’s Cornish themed poems can be found on this site by making a word search on his name. …Continue Reading “The Porthleven Goose versus Old Will Temby – a poem written and spoken by Bert Biscoe”
A few years ago we were sitting at Predannick on a hot day looking across Mount’s Bay. We were joined by John Bosustow, who had come to see who was taking a rest on his land. We got talking. I asked if he’d always lived on the Lizard. He pointed across the Bay to Mousehole…Continue Reading “Bosustow’s meditation”
This month we have another of Bert Biscoe’s poems. Sit back and listen to the engaging sound of Bert’s voice as he relates his thoughts about the war memorial at Kenwyn, in Truro. More of Bert’s Cornish themed poems can be found on this site by making a word search on his name. …Continue Reading “War Memorial at Kenwyn, a poem written and spoken by Bert Biscoe”
“Branded with folly and madness for attempting what the world calls impossibilities. This has been my reward from the public, but should this be all, I should be satisfied by the great secret pleasure and laudable pride that I feel in my own breast from having been the instrument of bringing forward new principles and…Continue Reading “The Dance of the Cornish Air”