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... is just a few thoughts about statues .
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Here . I still keep those quotation marks around the words "block poetry", as I don't want to be thought of as striving for some kind of "new" form. There is nothing new under the sun ( nil nove sub sole - a handy latin proverb, balanced by ex Africa semper aliquid novi
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My current blog is a response to someone's request for me to talk a little about my recent use of words arranged in blocks in my poems. I can't say a great deal about it, because I am still experimenting with it, and thinking of using it prominently in an ongoing project I have in mind. Of cour
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... not a whole lot of time for logging in and reading this week.
I have started to keep a blog running, though - mainly because I have been thinking up stuff to say while at work. You might like to see the dramatic photo in today's entry .
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... I found a reason to add a blog page to my web site.
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... given my website a face-lift, a cleaner look, updated a few pages.
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One of my AP family mentioned that I hadn't been reading her poems lately. With a couple of exceptions I haven't been reading anything on AP. I am usually only logged in for about five minutes every day, due to pressure of work (my "Musings" were written during tea-break at work and emailed home), and th
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... the city of Dresden was destroyed by allied bombing .
So it goes... so it goes.
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It is always a wise move not to carry on with something that isn't working despite honest effort. My satirical/absurdist "Musings from my teepee" isn't working and the number of people reading it has dropped significantly; therefore I am discontinuing it, despite having notes towards future "musings". I shall conce
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Heartening news from the hinterland. Someone has offered a farm, near Glencarse, to be turned into a sanctuary for unwanted health insurance companies. There they will be turned loose into the grassy fields to trot and gambol to their hearts' content, freed forever from their cruel yokes. O
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Disturbing news (how did I miss it?) from an American correspondent, that the common or garden health insurance company is now an endangered species! What? Something must be done! A campaign must be started to save this once-ubiquitous and once-loved-by-all beastie. I have (yesterday) opened a page on TwitBook
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Teepee closed for repairs (burst water pipe).
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I thought you might like an up-date on my campaign to encourage people
not to vote. Remember that? I'll bet you do!
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For once a serious subject. I read once... somewhere... heaven knows
where... that after the first occasion that prime minister Harold
MacMillan met US president John F Kennedy, the former was mildly amused
by the latter's "ignorance". The "ignorance" to which he was referring
was of classical Greek and Latin l
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Yesterday I decided to have a sort-out of the documents in my antique rosewood document box (the one designed by Hieronymus Gloistein, the Moldovan master, and executed by pupils of his latter-day fabrique in Alsace; oh blimey you know the one I’m talking about – it’s made of dark rosewood with an inlay of pol
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Items from today’s postbag:
BD from Cape Town asks “Marie, what is the view like from the flap of your tepee?” In reply I can only say – stunning. (No, really, I can only say that, so don’t expect more.)
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Something must be done about those darned wood pigeons, y’know. They’re at my winter wheat again. I have been lying here on my faux Louis Quinze chaise longue (a little detail there to keep the appetite of those correspondents who want that guided tour of the interior of the tepee whetted) for at least an hour
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Recently, a friend likened me to an old lounge suite: over-stuffed and leaking without anything to stop it.
I ask you!
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I was awakened from a dream last night by the horrid sensation of having bitten my tongue (memo to self: buy a tube of Bonjela). The dream was a little weird; I was entertaining Sarah Palin to tea here in the tepee. But it wasn’t your regular Sarah Palin, it was a duppy * . Serving Lapsang Suchong and chocolate Ho
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Let’s hear it for today’s Unsung Hero from History – Giordano Bruno.
Bruno was a 16c philosopher whose message appears to have been that science lost something of its soul when it divorced itself from philosophy, that religion lost something of its soul when it stopped concerning itself with Truth and started co
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This morning I heard the sound of a diesel pick-up pulling up outside, and a brisk knock at the flap of the teepee. I opened up to find a couple of smiling Romany chavs.
“It’s about your drive,” they said.
I thought to myself, “Ah, how times have changed”, remembering the sunburnt woman who, regular as spring
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During idle moments (such as they are - ha!) here in the tepee, I had
been speculating about the origins of the word "okay".
I am au fait with the usual explanations. I had always been rather
partial to the notion that it stemmed from the practice of a particular
migrant to America from somewhere in Europ
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I have just been told that Lane has another poem published in issue 80 of the British poetry fold-over Bard . The poem is entitled Spin the Bottle .
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While I was out Wes Studi (of all people!) must have been here at the
tepee. I found a hastily-handwritten note (in biro, on the torn-out
flyleaf of a 1955 Automobile Association handbook) asking whether next
Wednesday at 3pm would be okay for that skinny latte.
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I have decided I like the late Harry S Truman. Not necessarily his policies, nor his controversial endorsement of the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, nor anything much except the attitude which led him to place a big, friendly sign on his desk: “The buck stops here”. A bloke – a politician no less – who is
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Only one letter this morning lay on the doormat, obscuring the cheerful
Gaelic motto (or rather obscuring a portion of the words, so that what
remained looked as though it might mean something offensive in Uzbek).
The letter asked me if I would care to elaborate on my reference to the
Cheyenne account of the Ba
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My head emerged from the gaily-painted blanket this morning (the one
which has a simple but effective depiction of the Cheyenne account of
the Battle of the Little Big Horn), and the first glimmers of dawn
intruded through the flap of the tepee, accompanied by the thud of a
larger-than-usual delivery of mail. I
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We in Britain as soon to enjoy (if that is the right word) a general
election. I have already started a modest campaign which, I hope, will
gather momentum in the coming months, to persuade people not to vote.
The idea behind this is, of course, to ensure that the triumph of those
Members of Parliament who are
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Yes, I have to blow my own trumpet today. I have just been informed that my macabre short story "The Place of Safety" is one of the winners of the " Fearie Tales " competition at the event that kicks off Scotland's literary year - the Winter Words literary festival at Pitlochry. It will be read out by a pr
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If Richard Wagner's Gesang der alteren Pilger from Tannhäuser is not the greatest pure melody ever composed, then it must be bucking for a podium place. Progressing slowly, modulating from major to minor and back to major, growing in volume as the weary pilgrims are allowed to see their ho
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It strikes me that there may be some readers of my poetry and of my journal who don't know about the poetry anthology On Viewless Wings , even though it is a project which has been undertaken by people who "met" on AllPoetry. For those who don't know the book, I guess this is by way of being a commercial
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So any of you whom I might have in my address book will have received a weird message from "me" about a black iPhone. Please disregard it.
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I am currently looking through many of my old poems, trying to select some for a small collection which I hope to publish in summer of 2010, occasionally re-writing a line here and there. In the process I have put aside two other, smaller groups to make into chapbooks.
All of this is, of course, displacement activ
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My poem The Carnation and the Whiskey Glass has just been published. Details on my web site . 3
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I would welcome your thoughts. 1
I have written two novels. One was finished in 2004, the other was finished earlier this year. It is the one from 2004 about which I am concerned. 2
It has been the rounds of every publisher in the United Kingdom and has been rejected. I am not surprised; although it is a good
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This has been making my hair stand on end today - a Sacred Harp version of Charles Wesley's hymn tune Idumea ( And Am I Born To Die ). This kind of full-throated choral singing is heard mainly amongst rural congregations in the USA, and comes from the "shape note" music whereby itinerant p
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... to say that updated news of items selected for publication is now on my web site and my blog . 1
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Just a note to my friends, and to people on whose work I most often comment. I have been very tired lately, and unable to write. I have decided to stop worrying about the latter and take this opportunity to rest. Please don't worry too much if you don't hear from me very much for a while. I will still come and read y
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I just want to share this with you all.
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