Being a writer colours have never played a conscious role in my work. But I recall a story of a blind man telling someone he knew what scarlet looked liked and when they asked him what he said that it looked like trumpets sound. Descriptions are my life and different people’s experience of life only…
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Henry 5th and Barbarella
They don’t go together do they. When I was twelve and reaching what the Catholics euphemistically (and ironically) call ‘the age of reason’ we had a small black and white Bush TV and Olivier’s Henry 5th was on one side and Barbarella was on the other. They crossed over and I wanted to see this…
Love Sonnet
Only when I am with you do I have A sense of everything: of possession And possessed, of the liberty in love, Of the frank and easy conversation Dovetailed with the intensity of your Eyes,of the waterfall of your ideas Growing closeness like crystals in the pores Of my skin, of the shadow which appears…
Hamlet And The Lars Larson Show
I remember when we were studying Hamlet at school our master asking us to list all the people who died in the play and then asking us if it would have been better if Hamlet had said and done nothing. It was a hard question because we could all see from the plot it is…
Love In Old Age
Your eyes speak of my youth and my hand holds Yours with that ease of emotion only Years can grow; suppleness has changed to folds, Wrinkles crease our nakedness, laughingly The young would fun – what do they know? Your breasts Suckled our children (and me once or twice), And now our skins are thin,…
I Have Been Asked
to do a podcast. The time will be 9.30 am EST Thursday 25th March 2010, about 2.30pm here in the UK (how civilised my first intervene and I will be awake after lunch!) The link is: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/internetbusinesspeoplecafe He is a nice man who even suggested he would interview off air and record it and play…
The Dragon – A Fairystory
Twilight. Trees cover the mountainside. Their bark blistered; their branches bare; their trunks broken. Rocks are cracked, deep cuts score the ground, dried up ravines are etched into the mountain side. Pathways meander to the top which are used by the huge beast which lives in the vast caves beneath. The dying dragon pulls her…
To Folly We Drink
It is strange to me to think that in a world where everything including the planet was given as a free gift with nothing more than the transference of energy needed to accomplish anything in a human life, that we created money. That we divided the planet up into sections we can buy and sell…
I am Just Delighted
http://internetreviewofbooks.com/mar10/brief_reviews.html A BRIEF HISTORY OF LIES: The Most Brilliant Book Ever Written! By Daniel Nanavati 106 pp. CreateSpace $8 I expected A Brief History of Lies to be whimsical, and it is—and funny, too, with delightful British humor. But it’s also, philosophical and … surprisingly wise. If it appears simple at first glance, that’s deceptive….
The Exalted Gate
At the very centre of the powerful Ottoman (Turkish) Empire, was the seat of Government and entrance to the vast, rambling palace in Istanbul, populated by high officials. Most significant in this series of buildings was a gate that didn’t even belong to the palace but was built across the street: the Bâb-ï-’Ali, or the…