In which there are armed coppers and disarming poets
- Reading, a student on WB Yeats: "He saw alot of changes." /hyperbole and a half induced lolz
- Watching, armed police on the streets of London: I was flanning near S’Pauls when first one then two Special Escort Group motorcycle coppers, armed with Glock 17 handguns, pulled up on a pedestrian crossing and indicated to passers-by that they’d be obliged if we’d all stop crossing against the lights (which isn't jaywalking) for a few minutes. The traffic lights were presumably altered from a central control point? And a local copper showed up on foot for potential crowd control (he appeared to be alone so I’m assuming his presence was planned not incidental). I could see who the Londoners were in the crowd because their reaction was arms akimbo and arms folded "this had better be worth it" body language. A boring and tediously long motorcade of blank grey Range Rovers then passed at speed, ending with a marked police escort Range Rover. Definitely not a spectacle worth waiting for, boo. ;-)
- Reading, books 2015, 10.
4. Finding My Elegy, New and Selected Poems, by Ursula K. Le Guin. I love Le Guin’s prose, both fiction and non-fiction, but her poetry, which shares many of the same qualities, does nothing for me, probably because it shares many of the same qualities as her prose. This volume includes a lot of chopped-up prose, and some verse, with an occasional interesting image seeded here or there, although rarely at either the beginning or the end of a poem. Poetry = structure + content. This doesn’t have sufficient quantities of either imo. There wasn’t one single whole poem I wanted to quote and share, although there are some short pieces that would work as prose epigrams. (2/5)
Instead of Le Guin’s poetry I especially rec: The Lathe of Heaven (novel), The Dispossessed (novel, Hainish), Four Ways to Forgiveness (four strand novel, Hainish), A Fisherman of the Inland Sea (short stories), The Birthday of the World (short stories), The Language of the Night (essays &c), and Dancing at the Edge of the World (essays &c).
6. Dorothy Wordsworth’s Christmas Birthday, by Carol Ann Duffy, is a chapbook containing a single narrative poem, suitable for children, with four-coloured faux-woodcut illustrations on every page. (3/5)
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- Watching, armed police on the streets of London: I was flanning near S’Pauls when first one then two Special Escort Group motorcycle coppers, armed with Glock 17 handguns, pulled up on a pedestrian crossing and indicated to passers-by that they’d be obliged if we’d all stop crossing against the lights (which isn't jaywalking) for a few minutes. The traffic lights were presumably altered from a central control point? And a local copper showed up on foot for potential crowd control (he appeared to be alone so I’m assuming his presence was planned not incidental). I could see who the Londoners were in the crowd because their reaction was arms akimbo and arms folded "this had better be worth it" body language. A boring and tediously long motorcade of blank grey Range Rovers then passed at speed, ending with a marked police escort Range Rover. Definitely not a spectacle worth waiting for, boo. ;-)
- Reading, books 2015, 10.
4. Finding My Elegy, New and Selected Poems, by Ursula K. Le Guin. I love Le Guin’s prose, both fiction and non-fiction, but her poetry, which shares many of the same qualities, does nothing for me, probably because it shares many of the same qualities as her prose. This volume includes a lot of chopped-up prose, and some verse, with an occasional interesting image seeded here or there, although rarely at either the beginning or the end of a poem. Poetry = structure + content. This doesn’t have sufficient quantities of either imo. There wasn’t one single whole poem I wanted to quote and share, although there are some short pieces that would work as prose epigrams. (2/5)
Instead of Le Guin’s poetry I especially rec: The Lathe of Heaven (novel), The Dispossessed (novel, Hainish), Four Ways to Forgiveness (four strand novel, Hainish), A Fisherman of the Inland Sea (short stories), The Birthday of the World (short stories), The Language of the Night (essays &c), and Dancing at the Edge of the World (essays &c).
6. Dorothy Wordsworth’s Christmas Birthday, by Carol Ann Duffy, is a chapbook containing a single narrative poem, suitable for children, with four-coloured faux-woodcut illustrations on every page. (3/5)
- So, what are you doing, thinking, wondering about, reading, watching, making, or writing, that you don't usually post about?
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