Category: pilferedpoetry
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Tabernacle or Tomb?
One of the dilemmas I’m grappling with is that of an audience. Who am I writing for? It’s not that I write to be read – this would be foolhardy- but that the proposed reader influences how any text is constructed. It’s a question answered instinctively when you write for publication, even when that publication…
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why I sing my blues
Is the title of an article I wrote for Global Comment. It was about Saas-Bahu soaps, and I tried to be amusing rather than acidic. I might have failed. Go judge for yourselves? Yes, the title was inspired by a BB King song. I like him. A lot. No one’s perfect, so deal with it,…
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Simple Twist of Fate.
This birthday post is for someone I have shared my life with for the better part of four years. You might recognise him as the voice of reason in “Books, Boyfriends, and Bandits“, and it has often been claimed (and not only by him) that he is the saner of the two of us. Personally,…
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Field of Magnetic Impulses.
I would like to be Mercutio. Among his virtues, I admire above all his lightness, in a world full of brutality, his dreaming imagination- as the poet of Queen Mab- and at the same time his wisdom, as the voice of reason amid the fanatical hatreds of Capulets and Montagues. He sticks to the old…
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Death and the Poet.
He was seen walking only with Her, and unafraid of her scythe. – The sun now on tower after tower, hammers on anvils – anvil on anvil, of the forges. Federico was speaking flattering Death. She listened. ‘Yesterday in my verse, friend, the clap of your dry palms sounded, you gave ice to my song,…