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Hamartia – Scribbled.
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November 8, 2016. November 21, 2016. Your entire life is. Like yourself standing on. The sea shore;. You might see,. The other ones falling;. But you may not notice,. The sand under you own feet. That kiss your feet! 8216;Baby Steps’. 19 Comments Add yours. November 8, 2016 at 4:20 am. Liked by 1 person. November 8, 2016 at 4:29 am. It was much more wow than I could capture. 😦. November 8, 2016 at 4:31 am. Liked by 1 person. November 8, 2016 at 4:33 am. November 8, 2016 at 4:36 am. Liked by 1 person.
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Shingle | 52
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Poems by Julian Dobson. Other stuff I do. August 5, 2015. One year on, back to the beaches. Where you walked, the cliff path. Erupting with pinks, your bones grassed over. Clouds scudded from a continent. You’d embraced at arm’s length: above. The seagull vortices, deepening blue. You once sailed with the thermals. And me, boots on, anchored. To the twice daily baptism of earth,. The roundness of its margins. Along the bay. The pull and tug, calming clatter. Of a million lumps of granite. I took two,.
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CLONES : A VILLAGE AND A LUXURY RESORT – Travel with Mukul
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Travel, learn , have fun, explore and be happy. CLONES : A VILLAGE AND A LUXURY RESORT. July 31, 2015. July 31, 2015. ECO FRIENDLY VILLAGE BECOMES THE MUSE OF A HIGH ENDED LUXURY SAFARI LODGE. Rub your eyes, its the village. This article is Chapter 4 in my series titled: BANDAVGARH: LUXURY, A VILLAGE and THE TROPIC OF CANCER. If you read them in sequence. Your pleasure and understanding will be enhanced. I hope i spelt is right) is the tiniest but sweetest of villages. Cottages with terracotta tiles.
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13 | August | 2015 | 52
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Poems by Julian Dobson. Other stuff I do. Daily Archives: August 13, 2015. August 13, 2015. It was the glowing cigarette. Handed from a passenger seat. Into the driver’s eye. A lads’ trip: father and son,. The wet road to Sheppey. That and the cigarette. I noted every detail. In what was then meticulous. Shorthand. The notebook. Was Air Force blue. We were instructed to draw margins. Down the right side of the page. To mark what was essential. A place to highlight details. Of the coroner, which I forget.
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First inquest | 52
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Poems by Julian Dobson. Other stuff I do. August 13, 2015. It was the glowing cigarette. Handed from a passenger seat. Into the driver’s eye. A lads’ trip: father and son,. The wet road to Sheppey. That and the cigarette. I noted every detail. In what was then meticulous. Shorthand. The notebook. Was Air Force blue. We were instructed to draw margins. Down the right side of the page. To mark what was essential. A place to highlight details. Like that cigarette. Like the comments. Picture by John Marchan.
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14 | July | 2015 | 52
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Poems by Julian Dobson. Other stuff I do. Daily Archives: July 14, 2015. July 14, 2015. Analysing Lenin’s brain. Sliced deftly as prosciutto. At the Ritz, these slivers may hold genius. But I feel only sweat, blood pounding. In my temples. I have clear orders. From the Immortalisation Commission. Examine each section,. Discover signs of greatness. My heart. Drums like toy soldiers, my eyes. Strain under strip lights, the walls. Of the Moscow Brain Institute seep. As I seek to decipher these maps:.
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Other stuff I do | 52
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Poems by Julian Dobson. Other stuff I do. Other stuff I do. This blog is an experiment. For other writing, have a look at:. My personal blog, where I work out what I think about things. Generally work-related, but not always. My work, where you’ll find things I’ve written and edited professionally, including magazine and journal articles and research, mostly about how to create and sustain good places. How to Save Our Town Centres. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. In memoriam: Jo Cox.
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06 | July | 2015 | 52
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Poems by Julian Dobson. Other stuff I do. Daily Archives: July 6, 2015. July 6, 2015. In praise of Sisyphus. In the torment of Sisyphus. I think I find meaning. A presence of duty. The tension of sinews. The weight finely poised. A dribble of sweat. From rock into muscle. I think this is love. In memoriam: Jo Cox. On Stephanie Bottrill’s morning…. Liz on Gâche melée. On Back from school, 4.30pm. Digestivepress on Back from school, 4.30pm. Blog at WordPress.com. Blog at WordPress.com.
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Analysing Lenin’s brain | 52
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Poems by Julian Dobson. Other stuff I do. July 14, 2015. Analysing Lenin’s brain. Sliced deftly as prosciutto. At the Ritz, these slivers may hold genius. But I feel only sweat, blood pounding. In my temples. I have clear orders. From the Immortalisation Commission. Examine each section,. Discover signs of greatness. My heart. Drums like toy soldiers, my eyes. Strain under strip lights, the walls. Of the Moscow Brain Institute seep. As I seek to decipher these maps:. A dry archipelago under glass. On Ste...
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To Brendan | 52
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Poems by Julian Dobson. Other stuff I do. July 28, 2015. I strain to hold what moved you in the tide’s turn,. Some shifting of shingle, a weft of kelp, fire. You sailed between walls of ice, caught the flow. Of volcanoes. Green below, mists, elisions. Of nimbus and starlight. Hurled to the gales, the chants that chimed. Your hours eddied, drowned, resurfaced:. Burst to the beat of the bodhran. In streets of brick, would you still teach. The touch of current, stability of rolling, curve. Of the grey goose.
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