Saturday, 25 April 2009

Yes that's right it is Ummagumma

Went to the poetry reading to listen to canadian poet & community bus driver Chris Pannel, bought his sensitive book ' Under Old Stars' from which I would recommend the poem Joe Read a few of my poems including

It was such a struggle to get him to say anything at all

Sweet and simple words
No more than to say
That he brought

All around him to tears
Simply by saying
How lucky he was to be in love

I cried then
And tears again yesterday
When I re-wrote the memory

What is it, why am I so soft
That a few words
Can turn me over

I ought once
To sob substantially
Flush out my ignominious frame

Before later in life
To go pleading
You see this is not a picture

Not a painting or a photograph
But a vessel, somewhere to place
The displaced teardrops

Monday, 20 April 2009


Thats the blood test done, results on Friday...not a great event to raise the spirits but wrote a couple of poems on wondering about place and where we feel to's a great word isn't it don't you think... belong, belong, belong...5.3 million google refs and from the oxford online dictionary it is... fit or be acceptable in a particular place or environment.

Saturday, 18 April 2009

Lincolnshire CAZ

Caught The Doves on Later with Jools, Latitude festival will mean much more now; also the irrepressible Marianne, I have the album & would recommend. The concept of community poet is in the germination stage...and perhaps to pursue an involvement in the Lincolnshire CAZ to regenerate our coastal neighbourhoods

Wednesday, 15 April 2009

Lincolnshire's residential poetry retreat

Woody's Top is booked, the poetry residential retreat is thus set for October 20th to 22nd inspirational location, communal cooking, bunks, billets and all sorts of poetry work to shop

Monday, 13 April 2009

Fen's and Dales

We went to Blankney Fen, you should be so lucky, we called at Tramps Cottage to talk about the forthcoming humanist wedding...Lincolnshire is an open county and then some; we drove back past the old airfield up through Horncastle to the Poacher's Hideaway...romance was there at every turn.

Saturday, 11 April 2009

Hukai on the road

The Hukai concept was introduced by British poet Christopher Sanderson in 2009 in readiness for the Wolds Words festival in the October of that year.

Hukai’s consist of four lines, the first of which is always I remember. The last three lines of the Hukai are based on a real or fictional recollection which holds an ability to be universally visualised.

The Hukai Title is always Hukai followed by a six digit number (arranged in three pairs) with the authors initials preceding the number


Hukai CS 00 00 01

I remember
Sling back stilettos
Naked bodies
Crawling up the wall

Thursday, 9 April 2009


Firecrackers and whirlwinds and the holidays not yet really as a poet couldn't always be like this...the new idea might be called Hukai (poetry's answer to soundbites)

Tuesday, 7 April 2009


It's in the germination stage but i'm in love with it already, will it be a poem or a book of poems or a novel or a film script for a great big silver screen...can't say any more at the moment, just watch the usual places

I remember
Our half-hearted attempt
To say goodbye
Ended behind the classroom door

Sunday, 5 April 2009

Two wheels

Yesterday was our anniversary, we pushed the boat out a bit with a fine meal at the Livesey Arms, a little too much Kronenburg 1664 talked us into getting a cab back into town, to carry on the celebration with a bit of ACDC soundalikes at the Kings Arms. Kate bought an Electric Bike in Tadcaster...soon we shall be two two wheeled adventurers...but should I have the step through or the climb over cross bar...will the hip be up to it?

Friday, 3 April 2009

rss feed and all that

If you are reading this anywhere other than on the blog then some modicom of success has been achieved, but heaven knows how

Writer's commitment

The subsidence men have been and gone and told us that they are re-assured...
We will need to move out of this room...but hey poetry can be manipulated anywhere...these are simply minor disturbances that hit into our life...I am reading Murakami 'What I talk about when I talk about running' I allow myself to dwell into this philosophical vein, but I know myself as not able to make Murakami's commitments

Thursday, 2 April 2009

more writing

That work stuff sure gets in the way, although sundays excuse for not posting was a combination of mediitation class and a minor hangover. Anyway back to it, even though I've been on a course with work I managed to rejoin a poetry website that I was a member of before I went to Buxton...I do recall one all night session in Manchester and a poet called trade name this time its just me the real deal Christopher Sanderson...take a look