Enjoyed a lecture yesterday given by Lyn Hejiian (via Ron Silliman's blog) about Gertrude Stein's Lucy Church Amiably. Food for thought for a piece of writing I am playing around with. Woke up this morning and more pieces fell into place so something starting to happen with that (it has been fermenting for a while).
I am taking my notebook outside into the sunshine. However the landscape I want to paint is not in view from my yard. I'll also have to paint out those two lines of washing. And time is ticking.
Lo! in the noun when the adjective noun
Lifts up his adjective noun, each under noun
Doth noun to his adjective noun,
Serving with noun his adjective noun;
And having climbed the adjective adjective noun,
Resembling adjective noun in his adjective noun,
Yet adjective noun adore his adjective noun still,
Attending on his adjective noun:
But when from adjective noun, with adjective noun,
Like adjective noun, he reeleth from the noun,
The noun, 'fore adjective, now converted are
From his adjective noun, and look another noun:
So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noun
Unlooked on diest unless thou get a noun
Hey, what's up? Bent out of shape by a boo-boo I guess tryin to do a snow job on an easy mark (he didn't even have a buzz on) let's blow this popstand...
I did forget to ask which part of America I now live in - would be handy to let the rest of my family know.
On Making Bread
1. Choice gives character
2. Warm to prove
3. Know your time
4. At second knock back, add fruit and nuts
5. Until smooth and elastic
6. Boiling will give rise and crust
7. An oiled knife reduces drag
8. Never use hot water
9. Be slightly wet
10. Stretch without breaking to see through
Had a Hello Kitty tea party for my niece who is 8 years old today.
Homemade cake to her specification (lllllotss of chocolate) plus white chocolate mice. A frantic game of pass the parcel making sure there were prizes for everyone. A good half hour in the playground to burn off all that sugar.
* * waked * * broad day * weather clear * * storm abated * * * sea did not rage and swell * * * * * surprised * * * * * ship * lifted * in * night from * sand * * * * * * * * * * * * *almost as far as * rock * * * * mentioned * I * * bruised * * * * * against * * * within * a mile * * shore * * * * * ship seeming * * upright * * wished * * board * * * * * save * * things * * *
Have had an enjoyable afternoon in Mello Mello in Liverpool where I read a selection of poems from my publication From Parts Becoming Whole. Fellow readers Patricia Farrell and Michael Egan were superb as always as was Nathan Thompson who I saw read for the first time. I owe thanks to Alec, my publisher at The Knives Forks and Spoons Press, for inviting me to read at this event.
I got asked to sign copies of my own work and I came away with signed (and rather attractive) copies of KFS Press editions by Patricia, Michael and Nathan.
Time now to put my feet up and have a damn good read.
'A great deal of ourselves
We offer to the mirror
Something less to the confessional...' Mina Loy
Yesterday my daughter introduced me to Twitter. Very amusing for her, very 'how did you do that again?' for me. However, some time later I passed on to her a video clip of Dave Grohl kicking someone out of a gig. A piece of Dave trivia she did not already know. Respect to mum and her new found source of knowledge.
Today I have started this blog which aims to share thoughts about my interests and experiences in writing, mainly poetry but some fiction too. (Yes another one). This feels a bit like talking into a mirror, but hey, it gives me the opportunity to practise my two finger typing skills.
Tomorrow I am doing a reading with Patricia Farrell, Michael Egan and Nathan Thompson at a free event organised by The Knives Forks and Spoons Press, 1pm at Mello Mello in Liverpool . I will be reading a selection of poems from my publication, From Parts becoming Whole. More to follow on the reading and poems. For more info on the event:
For now, as the weather is just holding up, I am going to collect blackcurrants from our fruit cage before the starlings (annoyingly good at getting through netting) scoff the lot.