Square Eyes...

I have discovered the reason why I've not been posting much lately.

Its not that I haven't been doing much. No. The Oubliette experience is so rich and varied that I had a near collapse from exhaustion last evening, swoon, from doing too much.

No, the reason I haven't been blogging much is Sky+. Well, more accurately, NTLs version of Sky+ and more specifically yet - Series link. All those shows - pointless, brainless shows that I'd watch if they happened to be on and I was in front of the telly, are now only a few button presses away... As if I didn't waste enough of my life doing pointless things...

Of course this has given you all a lovely break from my ramblings, but I despair. I have so little self-discipline in life as it is, why tempt me with this technology and remove my last vestiges of effort.

Oh. Well.

Hmmm.

Must go, I have a couple of episodes of Property Snakes and Ladders taped...

Square Eyes...

I have discovered the reason why I've not been posting much lately.

Its not that I haven't been doing much. No. The Oubliette experience is so rich and varied that I had a near collapse from exhaustion last evening, swoon, from doing too much.

No, the reason I haven't been blogging much is Sky+. Well, more accurately, NTLs version of Sky+ and more specifically yet - Series link. All those shows - pointless, brainless shows that I'd watch if they happened to be on and I was in front of the telly, are now only a few button presses away... As if I didn't waste enough of my life doing pointless things...

Of course this has given you all a lovely break from my ramblings, but I despair. I have so little self-discipline in life as it is, why tempt me with this technology and remove my last vestiges of effort.

Oh. Well.

Hmmm.

Must go, I have a couple of episodes of Property Snakes and Ladders taped...

Oh, Monday Monday...

I've been very quiet lately - but I was delighted with myself for starting TFE's Monday Poetry challenge nice and early, a few days ago... but, as detailed in the comments section over there, my PC betrayed me and collapsed. Blue screen o' death. Lost my preciously brillianty wondrousness ditty. I've tried to recreated it, but how can one recapture the elusive muse? Ah, anyway, here's what I threw together today...

Night

Devils eyes red stare 3am into the dark room

forever unblinking.

I sit, duvet discarded.

Two fingers open the venetians

I watch the wind play kiss chase

with irritated trees.

Cars sleep, stabled for the night.

the middle classes retired all around me

at peace in their beds, in their heads.

Pruned perfect gardens stand to attention

waiting to be admired.

You snuffle snore beside me

habitually oblivious.

And I stare, craven, craving the night

to take it and put it in my head

to lodge the stars behind my eyes

the calm in my heart

the quiet in my soul.

Oh, Monday Monday...

I've been very quiet lately - but I was delighted with myself for starting TFE's Monday Poetry challenge nice and early, a few days ago... but, as detailed in the comments section over there, my PC betrayed me and collapsed. Blue screen o' death. Lost my preciously brillianty wondrousness ditty. I've tried to recreated it, but how can one recapture the elusive muse? Ah, anyway, here's what I threw together today...

Night

Devils eyes red stare 3am into the dark room

forever unblinking.

I sit, duvet discarded.

Two fingers open the venetians

I watch the wind play kiss chase

with irritated trees.

Cars sleep, stabled for the night.

the middle classes retired all around me

at peace in their beds, in their heads.

Pruned perfect gardens stand to attention

waiting to be admired.

You snuffle snore beside me

habitually oblivious.

And I stare, craven, craving the night

to take it and put it in my head

to lodge the stars behind my eyes

the calm in my heart

the quiet in my soul.

Writers Retreating

So, some writer chums spent a very enjoyable weekend, eating, drinking and doing a spot of writing. The sun shone and the muse skipped merrily among us. And here is the pictorial evidence...





Russbourgh House - writers recline






"So, I said to Heaney - 'Oi Heaney, yur shite!'"



"...that's when he hit me - a real nasty one to my jaw, here..."





Unhappy subject.




Queen of the picnic - yummy!!




"What do you think? Its brilliant, no?"



Just a bit higher and I can cog the answers...



"So, I said, a Ferrari, and maybe 50k - then I might consider the Oxford Professor of Poetry job.."



Not drinking but working.


"I say old chum, you're a jolly fine writer..." "Oh, why thank you old sport..."




"You think you've a chance of winning with that short story!"



"If he says 'f**k' one more time I'm elbowing him in the goolies"





Top of the world ma, top of the world...



Writers attempting to be inspired by the beauty around them


Included here are a three time Henessey nominee, Hennessey winner, Jonathan Swift winner, etc, etc... hard to believe...

Writers Retreating

So, some writer chums spent a very enjoyable weekend, eating, drinking and doing a spot of writing. The sun shone and the muse skipped merrily among us. And here is the pictorial evidence...





Russbourgh House - writers recline






"So, I said to Heaney - 'Oi Heaney, yur shite!'"



"...that's when he hit me - a real nasty one to my jaw, here..."





Unhappy subject.




Queen of the picnic - yummy!!




"What do you think? Its brilliant, no?"



Just a bit higher and I can cog the answers...



"So, I said, a Ferrari, and maybe 50k - then I might consider the Oxford Professor of Poetry job.."



Not drinking but working.


"I say old chum, you're a jolly fine writer..." "Oh, why thank you old sport..."




"You think you've a chance of winning with that short story!"



"If he says 'f**k' one more time I'm elbowing him in the goolies"





Top of the world ma, top of the world...



Writers attempting to be inspired by the beauty around them


Included here are a three time Henessey nominee, Hennessey winner, Jonathan Swift winner, etc, etc... hard to believe...

More TFE

I found this weeks task too hard! I don't know why. Below is all I could manage.

The piece of music?

Bach's Cello Suite No.1 - Prelude





Too beautiful.
Even a philistine like me
is moved.

More TFE

I found this weeks task too hard! I don't know why. Below is all I could manage.

The piece of music?

Bach's Cello Suite No.1 - Prelude





Too beautiful.
Even a philistine like me
is moved.

Blog Block...

This is awful. I've got writers block, or rather blog block. And seeing how blogging is pretty trivial to start out with, this is serious stuff. Have I actually completely run out of things to say? Am I to be silent for the rest of my life? Or will I just be able to utter really banal and mundane words?

Words like 'grey' or 'vehicular'.

Never more will I have reason to use words like 'cornucopia' or ... or... oh God, I can't even come up with examples of delicious words!

Any suggestion about how I can administer CPR to my muse will be gratefully received...

Blog Block...

This is awful. I've got writers block, or rather blog block. And seeing how blogging is pretty trivial to start out with, this is serious stuff. Have I actually completely run out of things to say? Am I to be silent for the rest of my life? Or will I just be able to utter really banal and mundane words?

Words like 'grey' or 'vehicular'.

Never more will I have reason to use words like 'cornucopia' or ... or... oh God, I can't even come up with examples of delicious words!

Any suggestion about how I can administer CPR to my muse will be gratefully received...

More TFE inspired poetry...

If it wasn't for TFE I wouldn't be blogging at all. Bad situation. but hey, here's the TFE inspired poem...


Weir Cafe, Monday.


Raven steam, quiet street, language settles.
Teaspoon,crumbs,glutinous milk.
Space contracts, a stranger's stare
envy or distaste?
Puddles pool, waste water worn.
Coffee and bile fight.
Rain flogging cataratic windows.
Sugar in tubes.
Teal velvet seats.
Loneliness and Darjeeling
today's specials.

More TFE inspired poetry...

If it wasn't for TFE I wouldn't be blogging at all. Bad situation. but hey, here's the TFE inspired poem...


Weir Cafe, Monday.


Raven steam, quiet street, language settles.
Teaspoon,crumbs,glutinous milk.
Space contracts, a stranger's stare
envy or distaste?
Puddles pool, waste water worn.
Coffee and bile fight.
Rain flogging cataratic windows.
Sugar in tubes.
Teal velvet seats.
Loneliness and Darjeeling
today's specials.