Wednesday, 21 September 2005

King of the mountain

well its almost the equinox, and in 5 minutes or so the new kate Bush single is played on the radio for the first time. Johnny from next door is here, we're strutting like little girls, he has no nails left to bite, and the tape deck is primed. i haven't been so stoked about a song since Abba's the album in 1977..... we have beer at the ready its 10 am and there is much giggling and tension in the room...OH MY GODDESS

Thursday, 15 September 2005

endlessly rocking

Sleepless, and full of a cold. I have a cold which keeps coming back, we're up to three weeks now. Don't know how to shift it. My diet has been a bit skewed of late perhaps there's something in that.

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tried to work on my long ongoing poem yesterday, but the cold thing sapped me entirely so I had one of those on the phone days, networking I thing they call it. More of it today, a phone meeting with my agent. I feel a bit out of the loop sometimes up here in the north.

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6.30 time to get up perhaps.

Wednesday, 14 September 2005

secular duties

ploughing through poems for use at a funeral, I think about how often as a poet I am asked to find suitable words for things. In more ancient days, the poet was a kind of secular priest with a better more general education.

have been listening to so much music, going wild to comus' first utterance lp. deep into the old opeth tunes after seeing them last week. and i know i shouldn't but i have an advance of the new boards of canada album and it is the best thing they've done, can't wait for the full realease with artwork and everything..might just have to get it on vinyl. and of course listening to lots of Kate Bush, as incredibly her new album approaches, and the excitement rises.

I am very thrilled by my friend Rosie's progress with her new novel, i am helping by mentoring her a bit to keep her creative, big writing jobs can steal a lot from you.got to read an early chapter yesterday, and I'm itching for some more, which is the sign of a good book.

Loads of love to Birgit and Erik and welcome to Janik their new son who arrived on saturday, and i was just thinking, "I wonder how they are?"

Tuesday, 13 September 2005

Accepting

as I get deeper and further on into being a poet, a job I never asked for, but seemingly mine, I find more and more meaninging in it. I am currently reading the White Goddess by Robert Graves who goes on at great length about what the poet's job is. I find myself already doing many of the things he talks about, such as being someone people turn to ask for suitable words for births, weddings and funerals. The importance of being a poet is not as clear as one would always like in English society, but it seems to have been best regraded by the Irish.

Finished reading 'The Kraken Wakes,' by John Wyndham. Not his best book but strangly timely with Hurricane Katrina's aftermath.

I'm also dipping in and out of the Bible, reading it like stories, trying to see what it all means and how it connects to our society. The thing that is most clear so far is that many people who claim to be christians such as Bush and Blair, and many of the daily mail curtain twitching types I meet on trains, have no idea of what thier book actually says, and they certainly don't follow the rules. I do know many very cool Christian's. but its strange how all religions get bent out of shape to justify the selfishness and self rightiousness we bring to the meal table.

Thursday, 1 September 2005

War on Weather

I wonder if George W Bush's hands on approach to the disaster in New Orleans, will become "The War on Weather," as he tries anything to up his opinion poll rating.