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Monday, 23 August 2010

the end

Hi you, yes you over there with the horrible legs.

I am stopping this blogger site.

Before you sob all the salty tears out of your vengeful ducts, don't panic. I am merely moving over to the superior http://www.posterous.com.

So to carry on reading my musings, head over to

http://el-nacnud.posterous.com

Blogger has been good, but Posterous has a better interface I think, and it automatically syncs with all my other web presences.

Thanks yo!

Chicken Cottage

The slogan of luxury fried chicken restaurant Chicken Cottage is 'Taste the Secret'.

What is the secret? Any suggestions welcome.

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Friday, 20 August 2010

RIP

I wrote about my love of the work of Edwin Morgan yesterday. As I was just settling down to bed a few minutes ago I heard the sad news that he has died, aged 90.

Rest in peace, Edwin.

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Thursday, 19 August 2010

Poetry - Genius versus Moron

Regular readers of my blog will know that I write the odd (in both senses) poem.  Topics that I have covered include the tallest men in north west England having a fight, the two largest squid in British waters.... having a fight, and beans on toast (a haiku).  I don't claim to be in any way skilled at this poetry lark.  In fact I think I'd call myself a "moron poet".

As a comparison to my body of work, I would like to point people to the Scottish Poet Laureate who blows my rubbish out of the water with just one of his poems.  His name is Edwin Morgan and I remember seeing some prominent Scottish people reading his workon the Culture Show a couple of years ago.  I was gripped by the beauty of his language and the complex simplicity (if that makes any sense) of some of the writings.

One in particular stood out to me as being a breathtakingly wonderful poem, which starts at around the 3:15 mark.  It is called 'When You Go':

"When you go,
if you go,
And I should want to die,
there's nothing I'd be saved by
more than the time
you fell asleep in my arms
in a trust so gentle
I let the darkening room
drink up the evening, till
rest, or the new rain
lightly roused you awake.
I asked if you heard the rain in your dream
and half dreaming still you only said, I love you."

Genius.

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Tuesday, 17 August 2010