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
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.
Not in truth haiku, the format not adhered to. No point seasonal. Lingos disparate. Different phonology. No good parity. And yet, somehow meet, And pleasing in its total, that five, seven, five.
Seventeen are they, divided five, seven, five. Seeking approval.
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
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…
Stood in the garden like a loon. Trying to sight the setting moon. Then the clouds flew away, And I could see, There’s more than a touch, Of lunacy in me… Spur of the moment poetry. Hey, what do you want for free? The Moon: April 13th, 2021, 18:41 UTC. Waxing crescent, 3% illuminated, 405,790 … Continue reading Lunacy
Today, 21st March, 2021, is World Poetry Day, so in the spirit of things and as I've already dug out some older poems; here's a little ditty I penned earlier, some time earlier, sometime in the 1970s earlier. Goodness knows what was going through my head at the time, probably the thought of having to … Continue reading Hypocrisy.
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…
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.