Read a poem not as you would prose, or even in a prosaic state of mind. Instead, you need to cast your mind to one side, to read each sequence of words as if they were an object. Before you is no mere description; every word is a stone, a solid lump of the edifice...
Some say Christmas died when we forgot its pagan past. Others that it happened when beer supplanted cheer, and present no longer came sandwiched between past and future, but arrived instead in a package labelled Xbox. Although I believe it was when they first caught...
Thanks for the comments on the last blog – it makes me feel wanted! I guess it’s easy to sit here and imagine the emptiness of cyberspace all around. What was that line from Yeats -‘The wandering earth herself may beOnly a sudden flaming word,In...
Haven’t posted for a while – too busy, or too lazy? No, busy, but lots of time on the computer, so there are no excuses. Would be happier if I knew anyone was reading this. Anyways, doing a lot of editing. Finished my teen sci-fi book, first draft, a...
Went to an open mike poetry gig at the Lounge Cafe in BSE last night. Strong coffee was needed to get me off the ground after a series of late nights and early mornings. The poetry was interesting and varied enough to keep me there until the end. Read a few poems from...
There comes a time when you have to take it easy. Today is that day. For reasons documented elsewhere I am Resting, Ice applied, Compression (soon to be) applied, leg Elevated. Should I rest on my laurels? Past achievements? The fact that last week I wrote what I...
