October 2013

Art, poetry

Pumpkin Party

……..Last night we had carving of pumpkins. I have written a lot lately about poetry – sorry to be such a bore – but it is an escape, for me anyway. Lines from poems often roll around in my head or pop up when I’m about to write, which happened just now. The first line […]

Art, poetry

Pumpkin Party

……..Last night we had carving of pumpkins. I have written a lot lately about poetry – sorry to be such a bore – but it is an escape, for me anyway. Lines from poems often roll around in my head or pop up when I’m about to write, which happened just now. The first line

reality, unicorns

Tell A Story Day

Some how I missed the fact that October 27 was National Tell A Story Day. It is celebrated more in England and Scotland than in North America, but it sounds like a wonderful day. I’m not very good at making up stories. That being said, I am always making up stories about people I see in

poetry

Poetry and Blogging from the NY Times

I did today, what I often do when I don’t have an idea for a post. I keyed random phrases into the title bar of my MAC. The phrases usually consist of terms that interest me. This morning it was “poetry in the news.” It flushed out this wonderful column from the NY Times, Poetry

poetry

Poetry and Blogging from the NY Times

I did today, what I often do when I don’t have an idea for a post. I keyed random phrases into the title bar of my MAC. The phrases usually consist of terms that interest me. This morning it was “poetry in the news.” It flushed out this wonderful column from the NY Times, Poetry

poetry, reality

Ravens and Cremation at Breakfast….

It’s about 9:30am and I’m having tea and toast for breakfast, while reading The Cremation of Sam McGee. I have a beautifully illustrated version with paintings by Ted Harrison and an introduction by Pierre Berton. It’s a keeper. However I am not sure that it’s breakfast reading. Yes, it’s getting cold out there, but it

poetry, reality

Ravens and Cremation at Breakfast….

It’s about 9:30am and I’m having tea and toast for breakfast, while reading The Cremation of Sam McGee. I have a beautifully illustrated version with paintings by Ted Harrison and an introduction by Pierre Berton. It’s a keeper. However I am not sure that it’s breakfast reading. Yes, it’s getting cold out there, but it

poetry, words

There are strange things done….

……in the name of literacy. I just shared on FB an article by Neil Gaiman which was published in The Guardian. It’s an essay on the importance of libraries and reading, especially Fiction. I think I may have to rethink my attitude to Fiction. Somehow over the years, I have preferred true stories to Fiction

poetry, words

There are strange things done….

……in the name of literacy. I just shared on FB an article by Neil Gaiman which was published in The Guardian. It’s an essay on the importance of libraries and reading, especially Fiction. I think I may have to rethink my attitude to Fiction. Somehow over the years, I have preferred true stories to Fiction

unicorns, words

Hiraeth…

Sometimes, I have to see “something” several times before a pattern emerges and I get an idea for a post. Recently, I have had two feeds to my FB wall, one from highexistence.com and another from wordporn, both defining the word, Hiraeth (he-writhe). In Welsh it means homesickness. However, in a broader sense, it also means

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