I’m really going to do it.
Posted by Reed on October 31st, 2006So there.
Archive for October, 2006
One quick thing…
Posted by Reed on October 27th, 2006… If a potato is very very good, an upstanding pillar of the potato community, championing the causes of rare potato breeds, devoted to its originating plant, pure, unsullied, and has never succumbed to the blandishments of wire-worm nor attempted to sprout prematurely or go green, then, when it dies, it will be taken to […]
Anhedonia
Posted by Reed on October 18th, 2006To be frank, I am only dropping in to tell you all I am dropping out again. I am going on holiday. For week, don’t fret. [Did anyone fret? - Ed]
I am so sorry, my very dear and hugely treasured readers. October is clearly my ‘world’s worst blogger’ month, possibly to gear up for the […]
A short sharp shower of filth
Posted by Reed on October 12th, 2006I was musing once again on verse encountered in childhood, and memorised without understanding. As you do, on dull afternoons when you’ve nothing better to do than count the hours between Beechams ‘Flu Powders.
My father, bless him, suffers from an utterly uncensored and unhindered connection between his mouth and his hind-brain. While perfectly able to […]
Zip diddly
Posted by Reed on October 11th, 2006[It has been nearly a week! Where the hell have you been? - Ed]
Back off. I went away for the weekend. I caught a cold. Any nagging will be met with violent outbreaks of sneezing.
[Fine.]
[So, what have you got for us today?]
Nothing.
[Oh, really.]
Yes, really. Like I said, cold. Remember I channel literary inspiration through […]
Utterly mandatory post
Posted by Reed on October 5th, 2006It’s National Poetry Day here in Blighty. I am, of course, caught completely unprepared, on the hop, and devoid of any fresh effusions of my own to thrust eagerly at you all. In fact, it is Thursday evening, and National Poetry Day is very nearly over, and I haven’t so much as read a smigeonette […]
It’s raining, she ranteth
Posted by Reed on October 2nd, 2006Here is another little ’started purely as a technical exercise’ poem. It is an experiment in syllabic verse, where the line-lengths are dictated solely by syllable length, with no care or concern whatsoever for rhythm, accent, or rhyme. In English it’s quite hard to do without it disintegrating into prose because the language IS so […]
A little Monday morning treat for you all
Posted by Reed on October 2nd, 2006Writer’s Socks. With apologies for the gratuitous expanse of bare thigh [That should get you a few unexpected visitors - Ed].
