I found some old notebooks the other day and they had some poems in.
From years ago, here's one I liked and couldn't remember writing...
The Light
She turns the light on
when she enters the
room. Seriously, it
is as simple as that.
Monday, 14 December 2009
Friday, 11 December 2009
A poem about the ocean. And other things.
Sea. Breakfast.
We were eating breakfast
and I was looking out
of the window at the ocean.
I came here from nowhere
near the sea. I come
from a land of little rivers,
woods and fields.
This thing is something else.
We were eating breakfast
and I was looking out
of the window at the ocean.
I came here from nowhere
near the sea. I come
from a land of little rivers,
woods and fields.
This thing is something else.
The End Of The Year
... is fast approaching, and here are my thoughts on the year just gone, as published by the Caught By The River site. A year I won't forget in a hurry, that's for sure...
Thursday, 10 December 2009
The Tailors
Adam Killip, who plays guitar for Treecreeper, also has his other band The Tailors, and their second record came out a couple of weeks ago, so I thought I would put up a little post about it, just in case anyone cared to have a listen.
The album is really great and Adam's one of the best singers I have heard. He's a great singer, truly, and I get jealous hearing what he can do. He writes well too, and these are a really good set of songs. Poppy, rootsy good shit, kind of like good Wilco or Guided By Voices. Here is their myspace. Check them out.
The album is really great and Adam's one of the best singers I have heard. He's a great singer, truly, and I get jealous hearing what he can do. He writes well too, and these are a really good set of songs. Poppy, rootsy good shit, kind of like good Wilco or Guided By Voices. Here is their myspace. Check them out.
Wednesday, 9 December 2009
On Losing
I am the quintessential version of the person that will be standing by the side of the road, and have a bus drive through a puddle right next to me, coating me in wet slime from the street. This happens a lot. Definitely more than it should.
Today I was walking along and I stood on a loose paving slab, it tipped, throwing a slop of shitty, muddy rainwater filth all over my shoe and leg. It was a busy street and I could feel their eyes on me. I hate these kind of incidental personal humiliations, and yet they always seem to happen to me. Bummer.
Today I was walking along and I stood on a loose paving slab, it tipped, throwing a slop of shitty, muddy rainwater filth all over my shoe and leg. It was a busy street and I could feel their eyes on me. I hate these kind of incidental personal humiliations, and yet they always seem to happen to me. Bummer.
Tuesday, 8 December 2009
Top 10 For 2009
These are my albums of the year on the Rough Trade website...
Go and buy some of them from there, maybe...
here
Go and buy some of them from there, maybe...
here
Referees, referrals, replays...
There has been a myriad of opinions recently concerning replays, referrals, referees in the goal, umpires in the stumps and whatever other idiotic ideas fans and commentators are coming up with, but I can't help but feel that these things are not actually needed. I mean, don't we need bad decisions? Isn't that part of the drama? Sport is supposed to be an essay on life - full of all the injustice, excitement, joy and heartbreak that life entails. It's not supposed to be infallible, pristine, or even fair. Just like the people who participate; the more human, the more vulnerable, the better. The fragility of balance is what is important, and that relies on not knowing what is going to happen...
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