I am in an angry and sad place right now. I’m sad that R Murray Schafer has died. He was 88 and has done a lot of good work so it’s a tempered sadness as I work on gazhals prompted by his string quartets. I am sad that Dave Barber has died. He is my
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ROUTINES by Tom Wayman
ROUTINES by Tom Wayman, read by Victor Enns, with permission
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By Tom Wayman, with permission read by Victor Enns Photo Credit: Jeremy Addington Canadian Poetry Online
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losing time I look for a pattern in the dead. There may be an answer in the spent ammunition. Time, yes, it’s gone ejected like a casing emptied of lead. From Afghanistan Confessions Marked manuscript available under Archives – A. Armies and empires come and go, War constant.
... read more.The Ballad of the Children of the Czar
About my blog I will post anything and everything that pops into my head as often as I can, appropriate from my thinking. This is the most likely spot for He was the kind of guy, jokes, quotations, journal and diary entries. It is born free, as free as the wind blows (remember) which way?
... read more.REPRISE: BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE LETTER B
Some Assembly Required First Published: September 24, 2020 This video will be publicly accessible until Thursday, November 12. MY LIFE IN PIECES is a videocast autobiography in ten minute instalments, now going up as a separate page on my website and Patreon site. Pieces is a rolling story picking up fragments of my life,
... read more.IT WAS 25 YEARS AGO TODAY
TUMOUR IN THE FOURTH VENTRICLE For Theo Suspended, slung in mid-air for surgery, son, you are alive, a metal halo, screwed into your skull to still your head. The swaggering neurosurgeon cuts out a circle of your skull, pulls it out like plug to reach your brain. The careful knives know where they have to
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“AUBADE” by W.S. Di Piero published in March 30th 2020 New Yorker, morning blessings for our times. Photo by eliana melisande. Thank You!
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Innocence (i. Introduction)
The Angel that presided ‘oer my birth The Angel that presided ‘oer my birth Said, “Little creature, form’d of Joy and Mirth, “Go love without the help of any Thing on Earth.” Auguries of Innocence By William Blake To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
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