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Boomslang Poetry: Work - The Wall Menders
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You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and pencil - Hemingway. Work - Ocean to Interior. Work - The Wall Menders. Work - Cape Town. Work - I-spy and Shanty. Work - Tattoo on Crow Street. Work - Joyful January 2016. ON POETRY, WRITING AND RANDOM CULTURAL MATTERS. Work - The Wall Menders. To purchase The Wall Menders,. Please visit Two Rivers Press. Or if you are in Paris from Shakespeare and Company. Gillian Clarke (National Poet of Wales). Reviews of The Wall Menders.
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Boomslang Poetry: Guiding spirits
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You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and pencil - Hemingway. Work - Ocean to Interior. Work - The Wall Menders. Work - Cape Town. Work - I-spy and Shanty. Work - Tattoo on Crow Street. Work - Joyful January 2016. ON POETRY, WRITING AND RANDOM CULTURAL MATTERS. Last year (2013) I wrote a few things about Sylvia Plath. As with all things I promise myself, I vow to try again, and try harder this year. Whose the chosen one then? You may well ask. It is then. Why him?
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Wild About Poetry: August 2015
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Mary Robinson's Poetry Blog. Monday, 31 August 2015. POETS ON THE RADIO. Fifty years ago the Australian Les Murray’s first book of poems was published – The Ilex Tree. It contains two of my favourite poems, “Noonday Axeman” and “Spring Hail”. Since then he has produced a wonderful body of work, full of invention, wit and compassion. Les Murray is the only one of the quartet who has not won the Nobel Prize for Literature, an honour he surely deserves. But do not think Les Murray is dismal. Here there are ...
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Volatile Rune: May 2011
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Frances Spurrier's blog - mostly poetry but not always. Saturday, 28 May 2011. Return of the Rune. Sorry about large gap in posts. Been off fighting demons. I seem to have won this time, mostly. Monday attended a concert. The Sapporo Symphony Orchestra performed a benefit concert conducted by Tadaaki Otaka, for the victims of the earthquake and Tsunami that struck Japan on llth March 2011,. The programme included Bruch's Violin Concert No.1 in G minor. We had an old recording of Yehudi Menuin playing it.
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Volatile Rune: Stereotypes, schmalz - completely riveting: Steven Spielberg's 'War Horse'. A review
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Frances Spurrier's blog - mostly poetry but not always. Wednesday, 11 January 2012. Stereotypes, schmalz - completely riveting: Steven Spielberg's 'War Horse'. A review. Some of the sub-plots are a bit thin. There is one such subplot involving a supposedly French grandfather and granddaughter which briefly made me feel I'd wandered out of the set of Warhorse and into the set of Heidi. And they talked English to each other as well as to the German troops who came to raid their farm for food. More about th...
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The Journey Home....: Spelling List Poem
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Monday, 3 October 2011. I teach a Communications lesson on a Tuesday morning and I'm just putting together a spelling list from the students errors from last week. And then I Read. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). What I should be doing. View my complete profile. Follow me on Twitter. Places you might want to see. Blogs Worth a Look. Stuck In A Book. Do You Write Under Your Own Name? This Itch of Writing. Debs-daydreams in the shed. Me And My Big Mouth. A handful of stones.
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Volatile Rune: Mr. Rushdie. I salute you.
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Frances Spurrier's blog - mostly poetry but not always. Wednesday, 24 October 2012. Mr Rushdie. I salute you. He was considered to be ‘.in more danger than anyone except – perhaps – the Queen,’ villified not only by extremists but also by the British press who thought less of how intolerable it was for a foreign state to be freely allowed to menace. A British citizen with a death order, but rather more about budgets and expenses of the protection that became necessary to save Rushdie’s life. It would be ...
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The Journey Home....: September 2011
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Sunday, 25 September 2011. 8216;I have gone at dusk through narrow streets. And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes. Of lonely men’. They lean, quietly puffing,. On walls and fences. Sporting pac-a-macs and flat caps. I've seen the smoke that rises,. Skims along the street on the light breeze. It chokes and burns the throat. Of the young girl at the bus stop. But the opaque clouds. Hang and glide through the air. And congregate outside the church. In an Amberleaf- Drum protest march. When the fab...
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Blog | Helen Caldwell
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Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Interview with Daisuke Takahashi. Interview with David Wishart. Interview with Keith Gray. Interview with Kirsty Scott. Interview with Meirion Jordan. Interview with Michèle Roberts. Interview with Sade Adeniran. Interview with Sergio Casci. Interview with Tess Gerritsen. May 5, 2014. Can you handle driving a quad bike? The other day we went out into a field where row upon row of freshly shorn, frayed maize stalks poked out of the earth. The number here...
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The Journey Home....: Amberleaf Angels
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Sunday, 25 September 2011. 8216;I have gone at dusk through narrow streets. And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes. Of lonely men’. They lean, quietly puffing,. On walls and fences. Sporting pac-a-macs and flat caps. I've seen the smoke that rises,. Skims along the street on the light breeze. It chokes and burns the throat. Of the young girl at the bus stop. But the opaque clouds. Hang and glide through the air. And congregate outside the church. In an Amberleaf- Drum protest march.
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