Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

faraway places


Oh the burden of non-stop online content creation. The internet never sleeps, but I must. (And when the weekend comes, I sleep a lot.) I have become something of a once-a-week blogger. I’m forming a theory. (But I’m always forming theories, and they never seem to do much, or go anywhere.) More on that shortly, […]

At a loose end before bed tonight (tired all day and now not at all… just looking out at three-and-a-bit quarters of the moon and feeling sad for my grandfather in hospital, and for the miners’ families) I went through the notebooks (not the diaries) from my years on earth as a 13 and 14 […]

This took my fancy. Paul Henry as the subject of Banksy-styled street art, Lambton Quay. Notoriety is a curious thing. Being of a meek and shuffly disposition myself, ever-fearful of causing offence or bringing any kind of hurt whatsoever to bear on a fragile world, I sort of marvel at human trainwreck situations (figuratively, I mean). They are so utterly foreign […]

I haven’t been here much. The other day I went through old bits of paper and found a whole heap of stuff that doesn’t exist anywhere electronically. That’s for a very good reason, mostly. I had been looking for this one for a while though. So I typed it out. It brought back 12 years […]

It’s been a while. I probably wouldn’t make a very good correspondent in times of upheaval, disharmony or even minor crisis.  If I had a muse (s)he would probably be wearing slippers and drinking peppermint tea. And we’d probably contemplate things like paint charts and lamb shank slowcooking techniques more than we would actually do anything actually worthy of […]

  I live at the edge of the universe, like everybody else. That line has been stuck in my head for days. I think I know what it’s doing there. I think I do. I just wish I knew how the poem goes on, off the top of my head, but I don’t. And I […]

no evil star


Or maybe I should call this My Secret Internet Life, but I’ll get to that later. If I can get rid of my dead leg and hold the most utmostest concentration, that is. Ow. I typed that about 10 minutes ago and then lost complete concentration. As I am wont to do. But in my […]