Hi - it feels like ages since I have written on my blog. I have been on holiday and had a nice time and good break - lots of eating and relaxing. But everything is already back to normal - rushing around with no time to spare. Maybe I should be pleased that I have such a busy life but sometimes I just wish I had more time for me and for my creativity.
Anyway I read the Parkinson autobiography whilst I was away - it was both interesting but still told me lots about Mr P, not just his life but his opinions and faults as well - I like this in an autobiography. Anyway I found this wonderful quote that I wanted to share.
Micheal Parkinson asked the poet Auden '..what was the purpose of a poet and he said, ''As a poet one has a political duty, which is to try, by one's example, to protect the purity of the language. Because when words lose their meaning then I'm quite sure physical violence takes over.''
I think he has a point - don't you?
Mog
Sunday, 4 October 2009
Saturday, 12 September 2009
Breaking News - I have been published
I am so excited that I have had a poem excepted and published in
First Edition Magazine.
My poem Beginning, Middle, End has been published in First Edition Issue 08, October 2009 and is available in Border, WH Smith and other good newsagents from September 10th.
The magazine website is http://www.firsteditionpublishing.co.uk
I must admit that I have waited until I actually saw it in print before letting everyone know as I was convinced it was going to be a big mistake and my work wouldn't really be in the magazine. But it is and I am so pleased, proud, excited etc. It is great to say I have been published and I feel that this will really help me write more, be brave enough to submit work (and be more confident in my poetry which I now love after struggling initially).
For all of you that regularly read my blog (especially you glnroz) and for those of you that pass a comment, I just want to say a big thankyou - those comments help me as a writer so much and give me the confidence to continue.
Hope you get to read my work and thanks again.
Dih
First Edition Magazine.
My poem Beginning, Middle, End has been published in First Edition Issue 08, October 2009 and is available in Border, WH Smith and other good newsagents from September 10th.
The magazine website is http://www.firsteditionpublishing.co.uk
I must admit that I have waited until I actually saw it in print before letting everyone know as I was convinced it was going to be a big mistake and my work wouldn't really be in the magazine. But it is and I am so pleased, proud, excited etc. It is great to say I have been published and I feel that this will really help me write more, be brave enough to submit work (and be more confident in my poetry which I now love after struggling initially).
For all of you that regularly read my blog (especially you glnroz) and for those of you that pass a comment, I just want to say a big thankyou - those comments help me as a writer so much and give me the confidence to continue.
Hope you get to read my work and thanks again.
Dih
Friday, 21 August 2009
Genesis fruits
Genesis fruits of juicy
5 edged shiny stars surround
Adam’s pip’d temptation
and earthly colours red and green
reign over on our continual existence.
DiH
This is something I have been playing about with for a while but not sure about it - would love some advice (what do you think?)
5 edged shiny stars surround
Adam’s pip’d temptation
and earthly colours red and green
reign over on our continual existence.
DiH
This is something I have been playing about with for a while but not sure about it - would love some advice (what do you think?)
Thursday, 20 August 2009
Bob's Time
Bob said 'Why am I waiting?'
'Because she is late.'
Bob said - to himself really but in a stage whisper
'I think I'll leave.'
Pause
Bob paces.
Pause
Sighs.
Pause
Bob leaves.
DiH
I love writing these little Bob poems - they just come to me and I often have to write them down quickly. I am going to collect them all together and get my daughter to illustrate them - so sorry they may get posted again with pictures. I hope they say a little something about - well all sorts of aspects of the human condition - if only in humorous form.
Bob will be back!
'Because she is late.'
Bob said - to himself really but in a stage whisper
'I think I'll leave.'
Pause
Bob paces.
Pause
Sighs.
Pause
Bob leaves.
DiH
I love writing these little Bob poems - they just come to me and I often have to write them down quickly. I am going to collect them all together and get my daughter to illustrate them - so sorry they may get posted again with pictures. I hope they say a little something about - well all sorts of aspects of the human condition - if only in humorous form.
Bob will be back!
Tuesday, 18 August 2009
Some quotes on writing
'Any writer is in the position of the old storyteller in the market place who doesn't know who will stop and listen - his only interest really is in getting as many as possible to stay to the end and put a penny in the hat.'
Phillip Pullman
'As a type, authors are famous for the amount of time we waste. We change light bulbs, stare out of the window and congratulate ourselves if we have managed to turn out 800 words in a day.'
Alain de Botton
'That the stories themselves often feature hazard, hardship, cruelty and death is part of their external appeal. They expose us to danger at safe distance, rehearse us in endurance, fidelity and (eventually) reward.'
Gillian Reynolds, The Daily Telegraph, on a Radio 4 Programme, In Our Time, on why the Brothers Grimm collected folk stories.
'Writing a proper book takes a lot of time. It is a very lonely trade and, given the amount of time that must be spent on discovering the facts as well as communicating them, it is disproportionately badly paid. It is fantastically satisfying, and not unlike (I imagine) giving birth, when you hold the finished work in your hands for the first time.'
Simon Heffer, The Sunday Telegraph
Thanks to Writers' News September 2009 for the above quotes and to my doctors surgery for the 2 hour wait for giving me the time to read the magazine!! And it is only indigestion...........
Phillip Pullman
'As a type, authors are famous for the amount of time we waste. We change light bulbs, stare out of the window and congratulate ourselves if we have managed to turn out 800 words in a day.'
Alain de Botton
'That the stories themselves often feature hazard, hardship, cruelty and death is part of their external appeal. They expose us to danger at safe distance, rehearse us in endurance, fidelity and (eventually) reward.'
Gillian Reynolds, The Daily Telegraph, on a Radio 4 Programme, In Our Time, on why the Brothers Grimm collected folk stories.
'Writing a proper book takes a lot of time. It is a very lonely trade and, given the amount of time that must be spent on discovering the facts as well as communicating them, it is disproportionately badly paid. It is fantastically satisfying, and not unlike (I imagine) giving birth, when you hold the finished work in your hands for the first time.'
Simon Heffer, The Sunday Telegraph
Thanks to Writers' News September 2009 for the above quotes and to my doctors surgery for the 2 hour wait for giving me the time to read the magazine!! And it is only indigestion...........
Sunday, 9 August 2009
Bob's Answer
Bob’s said ‘How are you today?’
‘I’m pissed off.’
Bob said ‘Oh.’
Pause
Bob’s said ‘How are you today.’
‘I’m fed up.’
Bob said ‘Oh.’
Pause
Bob’s said ‘How are you today.’
‘I’m miserable.’
Bob said ‘Oh.’
Pause
Bob’s said ‘How are you today.’
‘I’m tired.’
Bob said ‘Oh.’
Pause
Bob’s said ‘How are you today.’
‘I’m annoyed.'
Bob said ‘Oh.’
Pause
Bob’s said ‘How are you today.’
‘I’m fine – how are you?’
Bob said ‘I’m great – thank you’
Bob walked off.
By DiH
Friday, 10 July 2009
Miss J's Day
Miss J wakes up to a bright and cheery morning. She jumps out of bed and jumps to the bathroom, because she can.
Miss J peered into the bathroom mirror and said ‘I look lovely today.’
Miss J chooses her favourite outfit, a bright red jumpsuit with a huge yellow belt that pulls in her narrow waist.
Miss J brushes over her unruly hair quickly and gathers it into a tatty red ruffle by wrapping it around and around. It holds the bulk of her hair like a hairy pineapple.
Miss J leaves the house humming and walks down her street, skipping across the road to the market.
Miss J is the first customer at Mr Borges Fresh Fruit and Veggie stall and begins to select the cleanest and freshest items. She picks up green apples and red apples. She plucks a juicy grape from its bunch and pops it into her mouth. She sucks the tough skin from the sweet interior, her mouth squeezing it all into a pulp before swallowing all the remains.
Miss J says ‘I like fruit’ to nobody. She likes the colours and textures of the market stall– the variety of fruits and vegetables. Sometimes she buys something new and interesting, exotic items that grab her attention. Today she buys three green apples, four small bananas and a bunch of red seedless grapes.
Miss J loves fruit and eats them to keep her healthy and alive. Her visit to the market keeps her alive.
Miss J skips home, catching her foot on the edge of a paving stone. She looks back quickly and says ‘Nobody saw. Nobody thinks I’m stupid.’
Miss J returns home and opens her front door. She has forgotten to lock it.
Miss J looks around her room and says. ‘Nobody’s been here. Nobody’s home’.
Miss J sits at her kitchen table and carefully eats one green apple, peeling the skin into one straggling piece. She cuts it into eight segments and carefully chews each piece before popping in the core, to chew and swallow quickly.
Miss J peels a small banana, biting at it violently until only the end stub remains.
Miss J says. ‘I’ll enjoy a few grapes, before bedtime. They’ll keep the hunger at bay’.
Miss J
‘I look lovely today.’
‘I like fruit’
‘Nobody saw.
Nobody thinks I’m stupid.’
‘Nobody’s been here.
Nobody’s home’.
‘I’ll enjoy a few grapes, before bedtime.
They’ll keep the hunger at bay’.
Miss J peered into the bathroom mirror and said ‘I look lovely today.’
Miss J chooses her favourite outfit, a bright red jumpsuit with a huge yellow belt that pulls in her narrow waist.
Miss J brushes over her unruly hair quickly and gathers it into a tatty red ruffle by wrapping it around and around. It holds the bulk of her hair like a hairy pineapple.
Miss J leaves the house humming and walks down her street, skipping across the road to the market.
Miss J is the first customer at Mr Borges Fresh Fruit and Veggie stall and begins to select the cleanest and freshest items. She picks up green apples and red apples. She plucks a juicy grape from its bunch and pops it into her mouth. She sucks the tough skin from the sweet interior, her mouth squeezing it all into a pulp before swallowing all the remains.
Miss J says ‘I like fruit’ to nobody. She likes the colours and textures of the market stall– the variety of fruits and vegetables. Sometimes she buys something new and interesting, exotic items that grab her attention. Today she buys three green apples, four small bananas and a bunch of red seedless grapes.
Miss J loves fruit and eats them to keep her healthy and alive. Her visit to the market keeps her alive.
Miss J skips home, catching her foot on the edge of a paving stone. She looks back quickly and says ‘Nobody saw. Nobody thinks I’m stupid.’
Miss J returns home and opens her front door. She has forgotten to lock it.
Miss J looks around her room and says. ‘Nobody’s been here. Nobody’s home’.
Miss J sits at her kitchen table and carefully eats one green apple, peeling the skin into one straggling piece. She cuts it into eight segments and carefully chews each piece before popping in the core, to chew and swallow quickly.
Miss J peels a small banana, biting at it violently until only the end stub remains.
Miss J says. ‘I’ll enjoy a few grapes, before bedtime. They’ll keep the hunger at bay’.
Miss J
‘I look lovely today.’
‘I like fruit’
‘Nobody saw.
Nobody thinks I’m stupid.’
‘Nobody’s been here.
Nobody’s home’.
‘I’ll enjoy a few grapes, before bedtime.
They’ll keep the hunger at bay’.
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