Monday, 21 June 2010
Those were the days...
There aren't many photos of me when I was young, I was a bit camera shy. My brother sent me this one and I couldn't believe it was me!
My favourite Acer
Early summer and the leaves on my favourite Acer are just pinking at the edges... A beautiful plant that I keep on the top patio in a pot.Catsitting
We're catsitting for a fortnight and this is The Cat - Indie, a pedigree Bengali kitten. He's a little vicious and has managed to make me bleed a few times.As I write he's trying to eat the interface cable of my iphone and scratching my leg. He's made himself right at home here.
He's really a delightfully playful little animal who's persuading us to buy one of his relatives. Or, we could train him to scratch and bite even more so my sister Sandra decides to leave him with us... hmmm!
Monday, 29 March 2010
Writing Politics - we need a new Engels
Watching the chancellors debate on Channel 4 made me angry, especially as I watched the Secret Millionaire program following it. We need a new Friedrich Engels who will look at the society we live in from a different perspective and tell it like it is!
Rant over, should really try writing something myself... :-)
Rant over, should really try writing something myself... :-)
Saturday, 6 March 2010
Poetry - the monster
Poetry!
That monster that seems to scare
We feared it at school, now it baffles our brains,
Yet we loved it when we were small!
It’s only words. Written in a different way
That adds extra meaning somehow.
But at school it’s destroyed.
Here there’s no time to play
With words, with rhyme, with meter, with time.
No fun with puns, no gleanings.
No meanings self discovered.
It becomes work, a chore, a pain, a nightmare, a bind.
Forget all the rules for a moment and write
A song that tells a story, or fights a battle or,
Tells of love or makes wrong a right
Or describes a peanut, or a sherbet lemon -
The smell, the taste, the feel, the sight.
Just play
With words:
Alliterate, similise, neologise;
Break the rules; make up new rules.
Read your words out loud and wonder
At the power of words.
That’s poetry.
Sue Fewster - 2009
That monster that seems to scare
We feared it at school, now it baffles our brains,
Yet we loved it when we were small!
It’s only words. Written in a different way
That adds extra meaning somehow.
But at school it’s destroyed.
Here there’s no time to play
With words, with rhyme, with meter, with time.
No fun with puns, no gleanings.
No meanings self discovered.
It becomes work, a chore, a pain, a nightmare, a bind.
Forget all the rules for a moment and write
A song that tells a story, or fights a battle or,
Tells of love or makes wrong a right
Or describes a peanut, or a sherbet lemon -
The smell, the taste, the feel, the sight.
Just play
With words:
Alliterate, similise, neologise;
Break the rules; make up new rules.
Read your words out loud and wonder
At the power of words.
That’s poetry.
Sue Fewster - 2009
Still failing to write
Problems, problems, problems - excuses really.
Promise myself I will start to write again, decided to retry the creative writing course I failed to finish last time. Must try harder, story of my life!
Promise myself I will start to write again, decided to retry the creative writing course I failed to finish last time. Must try harder, story of my life!
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