Posted in Of Writingly

Specific – A Poem

heart-stone
Heart Stone Love (Image: Pixabay)

If I were being specific, my dear
I’d say your eyes are magnifique.

But, you’d call it
The art of the trite, my dear.
A disease of the hapless poetic. Continue reading “Specific – A Poem”

Posted in Of Writingly

Of Going To The Movies Alone

Another poem written by me, read by me, this week. I have never been able to watch a movie at a theatre alone. It is an important skill to have, especially if you want to whet your movie-watching appetite and company is not always Continue reading “Of Going To The Movies Alone”

Posted in Of Quotations

Of The Secret To Living

Dylan Thomas
Dylan Thomas

I know we’re not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don’t care that we don’t. – Dylan Thomas

Read my last post – Nobel: More A Win For Songwriting, Than Dylan