Dulce Et Decorum Est ~ Read by Christopher Eccleston

Dulce et Decorum est” is a poem written by Wilfred Owen during World War I, and published posthumously in 1920. The Latin title is taken from the Roman poet Horace and means “it is sweet and honorable…”, followed by pro patria mori, which means “to die for one’s country”. Owen’s poem is known for its horrific imagery and condemnation of war.
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I came across this poem a few days ago, and thought it was a powerful statement of the reality of war.  Dulce et Decorum est is just one of a collection of poetry readings remembering World War 1 (Channel 4 2013).  You can watch the other videos of those poems on this You Tube channel.

My Interview With Nadia Gerassimenko

When it comes to being asked for an interview, I’m absolutely the last to volunteer.  They make me feel a little uncomfortable!  But Nadia Gerassimenko who I met on Writers Café has such wonderful enthusiasm and an excellent blog too, I just couldn’t say no. She turned out to be the best interviewer!  If anyone wants to know a bit more about me, it can be found here.Nadia is always on the lookout for a new writer to interview, so if an interview appeals, you can contact her here.  She is a writer of poetry herself and also writes some of the best book reviews I’ve ever read.  She often chooses books that are not mainstream reading material, and tells the reader what they want to know, not what they don’t - I really like that.She was also interviewed herself recently by Christopher Puckett on beyondpublished.com, it was lovely to finally hear her talking about her life.

When it comes to being asked for an interview, I’m absolutely the last to volunteer.  The very thought makes me feel a little uncomfortable!  But Nadia Gerassimenko who I met on Writers Café has such wonderful enthusiasm and an excellent blog too, it didn’t seem right to say no.  She turned out to be the best interviewer!   If anyone wants to know a bit more about me, it can be found here.

Nadia is always on the lookout for a new writer to interview, so if an interview appeals, you can contact her here.   She is a writer of good poetry herself and also writes some of the best book reviews I’ve read.   She often chooses books that are not mainstream reading material, and tells the reader what they need to know, not what they don’t – I really like that.

She was interviewed herself recently by Christopher Puckett on beyondpublished.com, it was lovely to finally hear her talking about her life.

P.S.  I shall post some poetry very soon, just thought I’d post this first.

Light Finds You

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Light……..light

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When there seems
no progressive road
the past
savage
cruel
light finds you
the way out
whispers
the door awaits

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The way
whispers
light……..light
finds you

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I guess I could reverse this poem and say ‘you find light’.  The question burning in my mind is…….in troubled times, at the end of a long dark tunnel, does light find us, or are we drawn to light?

This little poem started out as a Twitter micropoem, it was never intended to be anything more.  I decided to post it on Hello Poetry and I noticed compared to a few other poems I’d posted at the same time it was very quickly gaining unexpected attention.  On the 26th November it was chosen as the Daily Poem.  I was amazed at how other writers responded.  So I decided to record it, but a little different than a straight reading.  I’ve been thinking of creating a more surreal artistic style in spoken word accompanied with music for some time.  It was a refreshing change and see to how I could alter what I’ve previously done.

A lot of poets on SoundCloud like to create that kind of fantasy style and some find their readings transformed with a collaboration with a musician.  It’s great fun and very much another kind of blog – sound blogging.

AudioBoom is anther website to post your recordings and also ReverbNation.  Both SoundCloud and AudioBoom are compatible with WordPress and embed into posts and pages with no problems.  ReverbNation is a great site but won’t embed into WordPress.

I’m a little behind with some of your blog posts at the moment.  I’ve been battling a vicious head cold for about three weeks that just doesn’t want to give up and move on – life is a bit chaotic!  :(   In the next few days I’ll be catching up on those blog posts, then I’ll be off for a blog break.  I’ll be returning in January/February.

I wish you all a peaceful seasonal celebration ⛄️🎄❄️ and may you find all the light you need!  :)


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Diary Entry 17/11/2015

…and I thought I was only person who felt like this about rain and city streets!!

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There is rain on the road tonight, and the streets seem paved with gold: with black tarmac so smooth, it seems to emanate the sheen of headlights and streetlights gleaming across it. It’s a bright night. The puddles are filled with amber, the slick paving slabs shine like dark glass, and there are a hundred shades of watery halogen reflected underfoot, and on metal. The lit cobblestones glitter with concentric dark ripples, each one as perfect and as fleeting as a figment of imagination. It is almost too beautiful to be real, this city: all liquid and light and condensed breath – tonight is the kind of night in which one would rather get lost than go home. In fact, to return to a warm bed and sleep, after this, will feel like waking up out of a dream… And so I prolong the moment where I must…

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The Secret ~ Revisited

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It was strange sitting on that bench looking at sandcastles we hadn’t built, kites stretched to the sky with no need of our hands.  It was strange seeing children in whirls of excitement for beach holidays, wild fairground rides waiting to induce the scream.  It was all… so familiar.

It was strange all of that, was no longer you or I.

We sat quiet, serene smiles on faces looking out to sea.  As if we’d arrived to watch a show, wondering where all the years had vanished.  How had we become the still people?  The ones slumped in deck chairs eating sandwiches, sipping lemonade with newspapers draped over heads, shading their pink English skin from the unexpected heat of the day.  How their eyes had followed us, amused at what our little hands could do with a plastic bucket, a spade, and a heap of soggy sand.

We have discovered, no matter how hard we try to keep all we’ve known alive, change is always certain.  Time ticks, and who we’ve become will continue to surprise.

We may be confused children, absent of Mum and Dad, empty of buckets and spades, with a lack of desire for castles made of sand, to cut the wind with a kite, get chills from awesome rides, or revel in artificial game score highs at the arcade.  But at least we are still a brother and sister who laugh a lot, share a precious moment, and remind ourselves appearances lie….we are the same people we always were.

It’s all on inside, not the outside.  And only we know the secret of how to find the real boy, the real girl.

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Some of you may remember this story from a post I created in September 2013 called The Secret.  It was a poem, with photos of a seaside town I visited in Lowestoft, Suffolk.  I’ve not done a repost before, so I decided to rewrite this into short story style and record it.

If you’ve read too much today, you can sit back, be lazy, rest your eyes and listen to this one!  The original post contains a lot more photographs of the day, a traditional British cream tea, and a beautiful surfing video filmed in Lowestoft.  If you’d like to see it you can view it here.

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Ricky & Doris: Friendship At It’s Best

I know some of you have already seen this, so please don’t feel obliged to make a second comment. Just thought I’d spread this charming story a little further! To view the videos please click the link for ‘view original’.

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Ricky Syers and Doris Diether met in Washington Square Park where Ricky spends his days entertaining passing visitors with his marionettes.  Doris, fascinated by Ricky’s little string puppets, brought a couple of articles to show him she had written many years before when she was a columnist for a newspaper.  Ricky then created a marionette in the image of Doris especially for her, and a great friendship began.

This sums up the reality of friendship for me – two people, a generation apart, with not much in common other than a love for puppets, and yet they connected in the most charming way.  Doris says “If the person is interesting, that’s what I relate to.”

I’m very impressed by Ricky’s skill as a puppeteer, if I look at those little people long enough, I begin to see them as real.  If you take a look at…

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