My bad Justin. I was just joking. Unfortunately I am virtually monolingual - I did French badly at school.
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My bad Justin. I was just joking. Unfortunately I am virtually monolingual - I did French badly at school.
English isn't difficult. I picked it up from being a toddler......sorry....
I remember a similar concern with texting that hasn't quite come to pass. You'd get the usual apocalyptic headlines from the right wing press predicting the fall of modern civilisation when some daft...
It is thanks Gil. Just been very busy. Nice to be back.
I've recently discovered a Book Barn between Coventry and Nuneaton which is stuffed full of second hand books. It's near a village and used to be a farm, but they converted the place to house books....
Hi chaps. Been a while with stuff happening. I hope you are all well. We are.
Yes. We had a games teacher like Brian Glover who didn't like losing. Very odd that he though beating 12 year olds important.
Kes was excellent. I enjoyed the film too.
Oh yes.
I don't think this was handled clumsily but in a realistic manner. The discovery of the fact in retrograde adds poignancy to what for Evans is a significant moment. In a usual novel such a...
Hi Easy - no I don't know the bit you mean.
I did read as part of the publicity that Flanagan's father was a POW on the Burma Railway, and that he died on the day that he submitted the manuscript...
Good review Easy. I'd like to add some more thoughts on the book.
The Narrow Road to the Deep North is also the title of Matsuo Basho's travelogue / haibun which includes text and haiku. Basho...
Agreed.
It is ostensibly occult based, but this is based upon a view of witchcraft that is a romantic view.
There's always the overtly occult Dennis Wheatley with such works as The Irish Witch, The Devil Rides Out, To the Devil a Daughter etc. The style is a bit dated, but they make good thrillers
And so the challenge is complete,
the daily writings were a treat.
I thank you for your entries here
and hope we'll be as good next year.
Old Notebook
Old Notebook finished.
Thoughts blackened all the pages;
each day a moment.
Winter
Winter's frosty grip.
Puzzles
Childhood's wooden puzzle boxes
are lifelong pre-occupations
when their parents input yielded
multiple obfustications.
Engineers engaging numbers,
fitting their physics to desire....
A good haul of poems. It has made this thread good fun.
People and Pigeons
Out in the city
pigeons wheel, people parade.
Crowds; a slow flocking.
Winter Fingers
After Christmas
Arse end of the year.
Sudden chills, flu, a half time.
New numbers change things.
I got no books this year...... but I did get fifty quid to spend on my kindle. Woo hoo!
That will probably buy me most of my reading for next year and so far I have downloaded a couple of books on...
Trotsky and Santa
Clothed in red, alive and dead,
corporeal and corporate,
yet seemingly so disparate.
Red connected, though poles apart,
the snow and ice pick out their mark.
Both of them...
Losing a Wristwatch
Time now rolls onward;
not round and round, though my head
spins- unadjusted.
Christmas Eve
Christmas Eve darkness
full of the blue stars watching.
Birdsong but no bells.
Christmas Eve at 12
A twelve o'clock song.
The frosty night rings with birds
Eve's Christmas
Christmas Eve in town.
Red faced men gather by pubs,
Red faced women shop.
Hordes
Hordes descend on town,
Wishes
Out Christmas shopping.
Try to buy seasonal joy
that cannot be bought.
This seasonal joy;
the flashing mulled wine laughter,
lulling stocking dreams.
And so you sit and talk until
your day will drift away and then
the night creeps slow beneath your door;
night swallows, your face hits the floor,
and who was then is now no more.