The Legend of KARCHAN

I threatened to post this a while back, (Poetry again… February 2021) well, here it is… All the way from 1977, I present to you, The Legend of KARCHAN. 23/10/1977 is helpfully typed at the top of the page, any other help is sadly lacking. I wanted to write something, anything I think, and make … Continue reading The Legend of KARCHAN

If my words could really touch you.

Here's a little ditty from January 1979, well, finished in January 1979 I've helpfully typed at the top of the page. I was in lust with a girl called Carol as I recall, I'd met Carol in 1977 and she'd had an effect on me, but I didn't have the balls to even try to … Continue reading If my words could really touch you.

Experimental poet

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

She said at length…

No, not something dredged up from the 1970s, not the product of a teenager, fresh from reading another Richard Brautigan novel. I wrote this yesterday, just to see if I could. Poetry though She said at length, 'Poetry though, doesn't really have to rhyme, you know, or scan or do anything trite, it's raw feelings, … Continue reading She said at length…

Poetry again…

In the 1970s, when I was younger, so much younger than today, I wrote poetry. Some of it was short and sweet, some of it was lengthy, ponderous, and superciliously pretentious. In fact, most of it seemed to lean towards the pretentious. I typed out my musings on a typewriter, a portable typewriter. I've trawled … Continue reading Poetry again…

When they turn out the stars.

This hails from somewhere between August to December 1977. I found three revisions of this particular piece, so I've been a bit selective and chosen the one that I feel now, after all these years, makes more sense. One had lapsed into a remarkable state of pretentiousness and was going on about; "a five-dimensional expanding … Continue reading When they turn out the stars.