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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

Belong

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 belong...it'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 2009...an 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.