Many years ago, there used to be a pheasantry in Berkhamsted, although we always referred to it/them in the plural as The Pheasantries. Anyway, Dwight's Pheasantries, reckoned to be the largest in the UK, occupied a tract of land between Ivy House Lane and Bullbeggars Lane on the northeast side of the valley in which … Continue reading Quite a pheasant walk.
Some songs or pieces of music can transport me mentally (and I'm sure I'm not alone in this) to a fairly specific time and place and the other day one of those songs came on the wireless. More Than A Feeling by the American rock band Boston. The song which is from their debut Album … Continue reading Boston, chalk, other stuff, and I resign!
Time. A place. A time and a space. Music that's more than a feeling… I've not written much of late, the muses deserted me, well, almost. I kept thinking of things, I even wrote some prompts down but I did nothing about them. Ah well… Coming soon, Boston and chalk, a time and a space, … Continue reading Coming soon…
I went to Brighton the other week; I just felt the need to stand on a beach and look to the horizon and Brighton seemed to me to be the closest and most easily accessible beach via public transport. Metropolitan line to Finchley Road, change to the Jubilee and get off at London Bridge. Scale … Continue reading Brighton breezy.
How short can a poem be before it's just a few words on a piece of paper, before it's not a poem? Then again, what is a poem? There is a one-letter poem apparently, by the American poet and novelist, Aram Saroyan. It's called, well, I can't really type what it's called. The poem consists … Continue reading How short can a poem be?
As much as I love Christmas, and I do love Christmas, not for any overtly religious reasons so I can only put it down to happy childhood memories which have lasted to this day, I must admit that for the last twenty years or so I have come to dislike the days leading up to … Continue reading Merrie Knew Year.
The second "blues" poem referred to in the previous post. Again, I don't have a firm date for it but it's going to be circa 1976/78. I'd been pouring through "Writings and Drawings", a book of poetry, song lyrics and drawings by the august mister Robert Zimmerman and being young and impressionable some of it … Continue reading I Wish It Was Yesterday.
With apologies to Joni Mitchell… Woke up, it was a Chesham morning, and the first thing that I heard, was that noisy prick on a moped, and I mouthed a few choice words, and he came tearing up the road, at well over 30 miles an hour. Won't you go away, you've ruined my day, … Continue reading Chesham Morning.
Monday 16th May 2022. 04:12 hours. Woke up, got out of bed… Didn't drag a comb across my head, went into my office room at the back of the house and sat and stared at the Moon. Well, I would have if it hadn't been for the thick layer of cloud that was depositing a … Continue reading Bastard weather.
In the 1980's, being arty-farty with 35 mm film wasn't impossible, but it was tricky. This image below is deliberately double exposed in an effort to be the aforementioned arty-farty. You had to take one exposure then, after winding the film forward to reset the shutter, wind the film back hoping that you didn't wind … Continue reading Arty-farty photo.
A Point of Views, A Polish Odyssey, and Other Stories. 