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.
Talking of the Blues, which weighed heavily in the previous two posts, I just came across this little ditty which I apparently wrote on the 29th of April 2020. Ah yes, those heady days of 2020, no wonder I was thinking Blues… Talkin’ Rainy Day, Sunshine Blues Woke up this morning looked outa my door … Continue reading Rainy Day, Sunshine Blues.
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.
Last Tuesday, I happened to be out in the garden and looked up at the crescent moon, a jetliner trailing a modest contrail was approaching from the east. The jet was heading for the crescent and looked as if it would pass directly in front of it. I considered for a fleeting moment whether or … Continue reading Evening pursuits, pet.
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.
Flicking through the pages of the interweb the other day in one of those serendipitous ways that one does, I came across a website devoted to John “Hoppy” Hopkins who was, the website told me, "One of the best-known counterculture figures of London in the 1960’s, not just as a photographer and journalist, but as … Continue reading Experimental poet
5th June 1983, 38 years ago today (at the time of writing this), the Space Shuttle approach and landing test vehicle OV-101 "Enterprise" visited Stansted Airport - way back before Stansted was the sprawling behemoth that we know and love today. Sometimes, when I tell people that a Space Shuttle visited Stansted I get "that … Continue reading Enterprise at Stansted
A Point of Views, A Polish Odyssey and Other Stories. 