Tuesday, 19 June 2007

Life before SKYPE

How did we live before somethings were invented. having friends abroad must have been tricky, but then I do love getting and sending letters. still do (Though my poet's handwriting makes a doctor's notes look good.)
It has just started thundering here, after two days where the pressure has been so heavy it felt like you were being pressed down by a giant hand.. I love thunder and storms.. I will open my window to let the sparkling air in.
e. xx
Today was paved to hell with good intentions, not a word written.. okay just the date in my journal, then lost the plot entirely.. ended up saving the day creatively having some photos blown up that i've taken for my Neighbour John the Wizard's upcoming exhibition.
been listening to a Ravel's 'Trio for piano, cello and violin,' after watching 'Un Coeur En Hiver,' the other night. such a wonderfully poem of a film where the simplest thing is profound with meaning.. if you like moody french, emotional, intelligent films.. this is a cracker.
The Racist comedian Bernard Manning has died.I used to see him on tv when I was a child.. He is being mourned as the 'scourge of the PC brigade'.. by people who mean they just want to have the right to be mean and rude and have no manners  or respect for anyone - when they go on like that, becuase they're lives are lacking, and they believe the politics of fear they are fed.. Goodbye Bernard - Hope it's good on the other side. (i wish i could say the dinosaurs were dying out but new ones are being born every day)

Kisses Dahlings

Saturday, 16 June 2007

Happy Bloomsday

James Joyce
Originally uploaded by der hundeliebhaber.

103 years ago Nora & James had their first date.. and everything in literature changed forever...

the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

Thursday, 14 June 2007

Small cat

Small cat
Originally uploaded by John Siddique.


ladles, jellyspoons, Hunny Bunnies, Lovely peeps from Buxton and braniacs.. number one fan man.. HI JACK!! and all the people i met recently.

for some reson posting seems to be off today on my childrens' messageboard so i am posting here and will try to sort it out tonight.

YES i will put some writing tips on the kids website.. but also all those of you who have just ordered the book.. there is reading and writing advice in the back.. can i ask you all a favour if you like the book.. get yr parents to let you leave a review for the book on it's amazon page. just search for my name on amazon uk

seriously it's people like yourselves who make being a writer worth being.. and it's only through you telling others with little reviews, giving the poems to people as presents, being enthusiastic, writing to publishers asking for more, writing to newspapers telling them about the things you love, sharing stuff on the web all that stuff that you can do.. that can help your fave poet so much.

i know you want to know if we won..

we did not

the prize was won by an anthology of scottish poems produced by the scottish poetry library.. the CLPE prize has never been won yet by a poet's own book. still it was great to be shortlisted.. people love the book, and i got to meet the new childrens laureate Michael Rosen, and catch up with my old friend Ian MacMillan.

hope yr all well.. i havent had any order from Miss Ling yet. perhaps she is busy collecting monies in.... and rememeber poetry actually is cool when it's about the real stuff

stay shiny and see you soon


Monday, 4 June 2007

Russia plays the big bad

'Russia's threat to aim weapons at Europe if the US sets up a missile defence shield there was "unhelpful and unwelcome", Nato has said.' - BBC News

when we were scared of Russia in the past we got on much better with our 'selves' and our immediate neighbours.. perhaps if Russia is going to be the big bad again, we here in Britain might stop blaming each other, Perhaps we need something BIG to fear, then we can pull together.....

just a thought...


re the Non religious child sponship programmes post of a few days back.. thanks to those who sent me ideas.. I think i might have found one, that looks okay, need to dig a bit deeper and see if they are what they say they are.. i have no trust when it comes to charities sometimes.. if any of you have experience of PLAN, please get in touch and let me know what you know.


music of the day: Stevie Wonder - Songs in the key of life..

Hi e xx


my poor wee car has been in for its service. i have been very bad to it and gone a long way without checking it in, and now she is a bit poorly.. be glad when she is home tonight.. and then tomorrow.. I'm Back in Buxton for a schools transition project.. look out YR6 there may be dancing and poetry and the naming of nouns....



The chamber of 32 doors

On our street a young girl is playing truant from school, she argues with her mother through the glass door panel, her mother swears, as the girl storms away..

recently at my readings I have been talking a bit more about how 'the lamb lies down on broadway,' is one of my important pieces of literature. several of my poems reference it in someway, as i look out the window from my office at the poor girl arguing with her mother, sensing almost the love that is twisted up inside these two, that wants to express itself, but comes out in abusive langauge. it slices to the soul... and brings me back to this lyric again...

The Chamber of 32 Doors

At the top of the stairs, there's hundreds of people,
running around to all the doors.
They try to find, find themselves an audience;
their deductions need applause.

The rich man stands in front of me,
The poor man behind my back.
They believe they can control the game,
but the juggler holds another pack.

I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.

I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman,
You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can,
He'll smile through his guard,
Survival trains hard.
I'd rather trust a man who works with his hands,
He looks at you once, you know he understands,
Don't need any shield,
When you're out in the field.

But down here,
I'm so alone with my fear,
With everything that I hear.
And every single door, that I've walked through
Brings me back here again,
I've got to find my own way.

The priest and the magician,
Singing all the chants that they have ever heard;
and they're all calling out my name,
Even academics, searching printed word.

My father to the left of me,
My mother to the right,
Like everyone else they're pointing
But nowhere feels quite right.

And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.

I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found,
There's no need to sell if you're homeward bound.
If I choose a side,
He won't take me for a ride.

Back inside
This chamber of so many doors;
I've nowhere, nowhere to hide.
I'd give you all of my dreams, if you'd help me,
Find a door
That doesn't lead me back again
- take me away.

Genesis 1975