My poem The Accident is available to read online at FlashFridayPoetry.

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Tom’s Garden

I’m reworking over some of my early writings.

My poem Tom’s Garden is available to read online on FridayFlashPoetry

Method Writing – or ‘what’s it really like being a fireman?

Marlon Brando was a big advocate of method acting, sharing here is a recent column about method writing  LitReactor. Really all about taking your research a step further – get into the mindset of your characters, understand their jobs, their situations, locations they live etc. One that struck a chord with me was about objects and their tactile nature eg the feel and scent of doctor’s scrubs, the weight of the fireman’s kit etc.

US Navy 080730-N-5277R-003 A Commander, Naval Forces Japan firefighter douses a fire on a dummy aircraft during the annual off-station mishap drill at Naval Support Facility Kamiseya

Reading at the Swan

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Three of us who contribute to this blog read at Swan Poets Café last Friday evening.  I read three pieces of work

  • Gone – a poem about the life after loosing a life partner.
  • Snow Country — a poem about unrealised dreams.
  • Outfoxed – a poem inspired by a sketch by American artist Andrew Wyeth.

For me this was the first time I had been, after being nagged by my companions to attend for months 🙂 Everyone was most welcoming.

Inspirational Poem & a Tryptic Prompt

I thought I’d share a poem I really like. It has an alluring simplicity with an intriguing final stanza whch leaves you wondering what exactly the poet meant by “empty names”.

It was written by Mexican poet Octavio Paz. The side by side Spanish and English versions below are taken from  Twentieth Century Latin American Poetry: A Bilingual Anthology By Stephen Tapscott
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A slightly different English translation  by Eliot Weinberger is available which in my opinion gives a more modern interpretation which I prefer, with his use of the present tense reconsituting the sense of now, of life.

Wind, Water, Stone

Water hollows stone,
wind scatters water,
stone stops the wind.
Water, wind, stone.

Wind carves stone,
stone’s a cup of water,
water escapes and is wind.
Stone, wind, water.

Wind sings in its whirling,
water murmurs going by,
unmoving stone keeps still.
Wind, water, stone.

Each is another and no other:
crossing and vanishing
through their empty names:
water, stone, wind.

The use of the tryptic Wind, water, stone reminded me of the children’s game Rock paper scissors which I thought might provide a nice prompt for any writing this week. Enjoy!