Day 20
Yesterday evening, on the phone to my son, O, I reminded him that I was on holiday this week, and then went on to complain that I’d not got anything… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Yesterday evening, on the phone to my son, O, I reminded him that I was on holiday this week, and then went on to complain that I’d not got anything… Continue Reading
Sometimes you hit a wall. I didn’t sleep well last night (for a variety of reasons, none private life related), and getting up this morning has been a bit of… Continue Reading
You were wrong, Thomas Stearns, with your parchment voice, Your cracked vowels, your indifferent style of reading, And the hissing of your consonants, broken syllables. January is the month which… Continue Reading
Yesterday morning I had a brilliant idea for today’s show on Radio Stradbroke. Play your 12-inch singles out, I thought. Can’t have more than 20 or so of them. That… Continue Reading
Today is radio day. And tomorrow. I’ve planned today’s show, sort of, if spending 3 hours looking for brand new music and getting 30 songs together is planning. Well, it… Continue Reading
This morning is the first morning since the Winter Solstice, and since God knows when before then, that I’ve seen hope on the horizon before 7 am, hope in the… Continue Reading
second frost you’ve seen winters worse than this when the cold bleached your bones from the inside out, and cats lost their ears asleep against barns and trees, metal fences,… Continue Reading
So we move onto the point where I decide to use numbers rather than words for the days. The house style of a company I used to work for dictated… Continue Reading
Yesterday evening I was going to write a long blog post. I can’t remember what about, but it’s irrelevant because we had two power cuts in short succession at exactly… Continue Reading
Night Train To Lisbon, which I have just finished, has kindled many thoughts, all along separate paths. I started it at the end of 2021, so it’s been a very… Continue Reading