The TImes leader: July 31 st 2009
The best way to define the job as Poet Laureate is to speak plainly and poetically at the same time. Carol Ann Duffy has made a reputation for just that.… Read More »The TImes leader: July 31 st 2009
July 2009
Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
YOU don’t know about me without you have read abook by the name of The Adventures of TomSawyer; but that ain’t no matter. That book wasmade by Mr. Mark Twain,… Read More »Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
Carol Ann Duffy: The Last Post
LAST POST In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If poetry could tell it backwards, true, beginthat moment shrapnel scythed you to the… Read More »Carol Ann Duffy: The Last Post
george
It was as if his Aunt had been preserved in honey. Her voice sounded nearly as he wanted her to sound and she looked almost like the face at the front of… Read More »george
Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy
Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion.It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.It promises lightlike the careful undressing of love. Here. It… Read More »Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy
Carol Ann Duffy in Lidl!
Your words sat on the supermarket notice board, red, blue, green and trolley pushers went past but looked up as they counted their soft loaves, minding feet, anticipating the rain… Read More »Carol Ann Duffy in Lidl!
Jazmine Sullivan: Lions,Tigers and Bears
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R7kBIGx6a9g&feature=related I’m not scared of lions and tigers and bears (no I’m not)But I’m scared of (loving you)I’m not scared to perform at a sold out affair (that’s right)But I’m… Read More »Jazmine Sullivan: Lions,Tigers and Bears
Conan Doyle: The Greek Interpreter
Arthur Conan Doyle The Greek Interpreter During my long and intimate acquaintance with Mr. Sherlock Holmes I had never heard him refer to his relations, and hardly ever to his… Read More »Conan Doyle: The Greek Interpreter
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Carol Ann Duffy : Premonitions Two
The night before, we met again, to unsayunbearable farewells, to seeour eyes brighten with re-strung tears.O I had my sudden wish –though I barely knew you –to stand at the… Read More »Carol Ann Duffy : Premonitions Two
Max
They had met when his mother had gone out for the day, looking to their future she had told him as she drove away wearing her old grey gloves. George… Read More »Max
Lamia by John Keats
She was a gordian shape of dazzling hue, Vermilion-spotted, golden, green, and blue; Striped like a zebra, freckled like a pard, Eyed like a peacock, and all crimson barr’d; 50… Read More »Lamia by John Keats
Keats: The Fall of Hyperion
CANTO I Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave A paradise for a sect; the savage too From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep Guesses at Heaven; pity these… Read More »Keats: The Fall of Hyperion
george
George hadn’t seen his Aunt for three years. He had asked her to return in so many different ways, that now all he had left of her was this autumn… Read More »george
Carol Ann Duffy, Premonitions -Writing One
We first met when your last breathcooled in my palm like an egg;you dead, and a thrush outsidesang it was morning.I backed out of the room, feelingthe flowers freshen and… Read More »Carol Ann Duffy, Premonitions -Writing One
Travel
There were strange ripples on her skin, like soft scales. The sunlight danced on the diamond shapes and when the arm lifted, sharp colours fell onto the path and then… Read More »Travel
Choose your state!
After twenty months of intensive NLP training, I can hold my hand in the air ( hallelujah!) and testify to the biggest revelation for me: that changing states through anchoring… Read More »Choose your state!
Never Forget you: The Noisettes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4dSEyaT6R8 What you’re drinkin’Rum or whiskeyNow don’t you have a…Double with meI’m sorry I’m a little lateI got your message by the awayI’m calling in sick todaySo let’s go out… Read More »Never Forget you: The Noisettes
Carol Ann Duffy: Premonitions: Anchoring hope and tenderness.
Dedicated with love to the memory of UA Fanthorpe We first met when your last breathcooled in my palm like an egg;you dead, and a thrush outsidesang it was morning.I… Read More »Carol Ann Duffy: Premonitions: Anchoring hope and tenderness.
Sheep at Night
We stepped into the night and they were calling from across the dark road. You knew someone was lost and you found their huddled shapes on the wrong side of… Read More »Sheep at Night
She by Theodore Roethke
I think the dead are tender. Shall we kiss? —My lady laughs, delighting in what is.If she but sighs, a bird puts out its tongue.She makes space lonely with a… Read More »She by Theodore Roethke
NLP Master Practitioner Anecdote: The caramel slug.
The morning sun picked out the caramel chocolate colours of the stately creature crossing my path. So slow, so steady, so dignified, I thought of the word magisterial and it… Read More »NLP Master Practitioner Anecdote: The caramel slug.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: The Copper Beeches
“At the same time,” he remarked after a pause, during which he had sat puffing at his long pipe and gazing down into the fire, “you can hardly be… Read More »Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: The Copper Beeches