Alas, I cannot justify continuing to gather fragments here when I have my big fat wordpress-powered site to tend as well. All that’s a-tumbled here has also been syndicated to my main site. The poems can be read there under the category “poems”. I shall keep posting them there, until I change my mind.
A brief note that will not make sense when syndicated to my main site, and it is this: this week’s poem I have posted directly to Harvest Bird, in order to use a plug-in that links hashed-keywords to the appropriate Twitter-search. You can read it here. Since the poem concerns Twitter, here is an alterna-Tweet:
Jouet distributeur de friandises pour chiens
Aka, harvestbird’s Fou de Fa Fa Insérez des friandises Laissez jouer votre chien Surprise, des friandises s’en échappent! The treat-ball was a complementary gift to my mother as she collected Braeband Kennels’ umpteenth sack of dog food. With five dogs, we won’t be filling it with anything except air, but the multi-lingual intructions reminded me of the excitement I...
Too Loud a Solitude
Colloquy with this post. Robin Hyde at Waiatarua wished she had her Malory there. Inside was a specific illustration of a scene that had stood, a little earlier, for something she didn’t want to say. This she wrote in ‘37. It was published in ‘84, one in a series of ‘scripts and fragments. I had a second-hand copy of that volume. I think my mother may have found it...
Places of Memory, Memory of Place
Colloquy with this post. At the north end of the Thames Highway turn right at Bill and Max’s then right again at the top of the street. Their cul-de-sac’s just before Centennial Park. Their car’s away in the garage so your car can fit in front. There is the man who waves in the window, who waves with his left arm. His right’s retired at his side. You can run up the...