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from a conversation with our urban duck here at the bay.

café poetics

Written 2022-10-13

I see a beauty in the capacity and experience of carrying on a conversation with a complete stranger, eyeing the erosion of alienation and the taming of suspicion and the rather slow but fulfilling process building bridges of trust and faith which the world has so little of to start with. And what an awesome place to begin, at a café.

I also imagine the shop keeper to not be mindful of a néophyte or a connoisseur when it comes to coffee or conversation. Literature is lived and learned first outside of educational institutions. Again a bridge can and is being built by a team of language users from varied backgrounds from the remotest habitations to the most sublime of ivory towers.


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Happy Birthday Grandar

Written 2022-10-11

Had you been with us still it would have been your 111th birthday. Unthinkable theses days but in another time and place, even in the Scriptures, that was a typical enough age to be.
Many memories linger here even after 31 years of your passing. Perhaps deep inside I still feel that warmth and confidence when I was by your side. You picked us up when the sheriff came, like Robin Hood to Nottingham and took us to your Sherwood and gave us a whole forest in which to grow up in.
In many ways, too, you were the dad, the only one that we would ever get to feel and be acquainted with. Familiar still are the scent of Old Spice and the pipe tobacco that you allowed us to pack into that still warm wooden pipe or the froth topping your pint which we sheered off like marshmallows.
We loved motoring along in your trusty Vauxhall when you dropped us off at the pool and picked us up for an ice-cream later on.
Had you been with us still we would have been driving you around and spending sunsets and picnics between good days and hospital visits and other things that fill days when that age comes along.

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about the "third wheel" syndrome

Written 2022-10-05

That proverbial “third wheel” syndrome is almost a life companion.
And many, thought not all poets have had a brush with this.
It is a feeling that cannot be shaken off.
It appears to be a shamanic aspect of personality
and that is why the poet steps out of scene
and speaks to temporarily alleviate or mark
the unsuccessful attempt at eradicating this alienated feeling.

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a secondary entry on the same day, I remember that happening on occasion on very thought filled days.

Later that day

Written 2022-10-03

Many things can be read about a poet's world

and so much more lived through its creation

Many things can be said with a poet's pen

and so much more felt through its speaking

Maybe a time shall come when all of poetry

shall unfurl in a world that is lived poetically


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Journal entry at 02 October 2022

to be or not to be

Written 2022-10-03

Three years have now passed, well almost, we are just at the beginning of the month here in October 2022, when the new Emperor was installed. But a new king has come to the throne in England, the Queen having passed away.

Ms K is starting her first week of the last term of this school year. All around us people are busy and overly focused on normalising their lives after the last couple of years of restrictions and lockdowns. It feels like everyone is voluntarily pulling the wool down over their heads, having had enough of the ceaseless pounding in hopes and dreams.

Perhaps a return to this journal at another day this month would result in a more upbeat tone and mindset. For now, it's too early to even bother to get up when Autumn has not fully decided to be or not to be.



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