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silencing the bell: February 2015

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Tuesday, 24 February 2015. I put Mary Oliver'. S 'Wild Geese' on my 101 books list, but 'Twelve Moons' was the one that the library had so I requested it anyway. It has loitered in the living room for a couple of weeks being read intermittently. The smell of her lonely meditations! I enjoyed last week listening to this lovely interview. Eight o'clock, no later,. You light the lamps,. The big one by the large window,. The small one on your desk. They are not to see by -. The scrub oaks and cranberries,.

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and Tracey dancing | Unrevised fragments

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The gull, inland. A poet’s refusal to read. My wedding ring and I. The scent of snowdrops. Our Lady of Locomotion. Each other’s keeping. The Buddha was a fat man. A landscape of love. Angela Carter lives in south London. The Accidental Tourist in Baltimore. The Sun burns on. Glowing, neon bright. This star is God. Time from restless tide. To recuperate, regenerate. Frailty, loss, ambition. The Sun burns on. This God is art:. TS sitting, again to write. Listen to ‘and Tracey dancing’.

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Rereading Sylvia Plath | Unrevised fragments

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The gull, inland. A poet’s refusal to read. My wedding ring and I. The scent of snowdrops. Our Lady of Locomotion. Each other’s keeping. The Buddha was a fat man. A landscape of love. Angela Carter lives in south London. The Accidental Tourist in Baltimore. I saw a girl at China Joe’s. But her own reflection. Did she write to comment? I guess she sat. To bring the spirits in. And stilled in motion. I did not break her spell. I did not seize the book. I know so well. Share on Facebook (Opens in new window).

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Pips | Unrevised fragments

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The gull, inland. A poet’s refusal to read. My wedding ring and I. The scent of snowdrops. Our Lady of Locomotion. Each other’s keeping. The Buddha was a fat man. A landscape of love. Angela Carter lives in south London. The Accidental Tourist in Baltimore. My mother’s forgotten her lines. Intermittent as spitten pips. It is another sign. And fail to set. If I held her hand. A ghost, the name of the day. But on the thinness. To let the silence fall. Share on Facebook (Opens in new window).

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February forgets | Unrevised fragments

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The gull, inland. A poet’s refusal to read. My wedding ring and I. The scent of snowdrops. Our Lady of Locomotion. Each other’s keeping. The Buddha was a fat man. A landscape of love. Angela Carter lives in south London. The Accidental Tourist in Baltimore. Unsent, the Magi. Stalled upon the burnt sienna sand. Resisted the reproduction, the charity. For an old past master. Https:/ unrevisedfragments.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/february-forgets1.m4a. Listen to ‘February forgets’.

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Poems II | Unrevised fragments

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The gull, inland. A poet’s refusal to read. My wedding ring and I. The scent of snowdrops. Our Lady of Locomotion. Each other’s keeping. The Buddha was a fat man. A landscape of love. Angela Carter lives in south London. The Accidental Tourist in Baltimore. Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window).

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Poems I | Unrevised fragments

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The gull, inland. A poet’s refusal to read. My wedding ring and I. The scent of snowdrops. Our Lady of Locomotion. Each other’s keeping. The Buddha was a fat man. A landscape of love. Angela Carter lives in south London. The Accidental Tourist in Baltimore. At the age of eleven, in my first year at secondary school, I wrote a poem about the Arctic:. There are six months of Arctic light. And then six months of Arctic night. Poets – George Barker. Back in London, I joined the Poetry Society. And discovered...

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Poems III | Unrevised fragments

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The gull, inland. A poet’s refusal to read. My wedding ring and I. The scent of snowdrops. Our Lady of Locomotion. Each other’s keeping. The Buddha was a fat man. A landscape of love. Angela Carter lives in south London. The Accidental Tourist in Baltimore. 8220;And soon all of us will sleep under the earth, we who never let each other sleep above it. Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window).

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My wedding ring and I | Unrevised fragments

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The gull, inland. A poet’s refusal to read. My wedding ring and I. The scent of snowdrops. Our Lady of Locomotion. Each other’s keeping. The Buddha was a fat man. A landscape of love. Angela Carter lives in south London. The Accidental Tourist in Baltimore. My wedding ring and I. My wedding ring and I. E were an unlikely pair. With a Portia of despair. We’d cocked a snook at fashion. Set a seal to luck. But faith was merely borrowed. And a pick was in the lock. My wedding ring and I. It was a brief affair.