Saturday, 21 November 2015

It's good to read more than one book

                    vive la france
in Paris 
George Sand, 
F Scott Fitzgerald, 
Georges Simenon, 
Marquis de Sade, 
James Joyce, 
Samuel Beckett, 
Ezra Pound, 
Charles Baudelaire, 
Simone de Beauvoir,  
Ernest Hemingway,  
Charles Dickens, Henry James, Honore´ de Balzac, 
Victor Hugo, Oscar Wilde, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Jean Genet, 
Joseph Roth, Jean Cocteau, Gustave Flaubert, Friederich Nietzche, Denis Diderot, Marcel Proust, George Orwell, Albert Camus, Andre Gide, Lawrence Sterne, Tristan Tzara, Voltaire, Langston Hughes, Rainer Maria Rilke, Gustav Strinberg, Jean-Paul Sartre, Guillaume Apollinaire, Katherine Ann Porter, Ford Madox Ford, Ivan Turgenev, Moliere, Guy de Maupassant, Henry Miller, Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Gaston Leroux, Gertrude Stein, Stendhal, Katherine Mansfield, Jacques Casanova, Edmund White, Allen Ginsberg, Heinrich Heine, Alexandre Dumas, Gerard de Nerval, James Thurber, William Burroughs, and Emile Zola to name but a few. Note the use of an Oxford comma. Merci. 

Friday, 20 November 2015

Today's Poems (chosen by God)

            Aware of the daily violence and horror inflicted on and by human beings on other human beings, on intelligent animals who take no delight in sharing our vision of the world, on highly evolved sea creatures now dying in vast numbers, and even on the very fabric of the planet itself, I decided I would invite no less an author than the Supreme Being to contribute a verse or two from his personal poetry collection; that is to say from the New International Version of his renowned book, the anthology generally known as The Holy Bible. Silently and respectfully and in all seriousness  I invited God, as he is called by many, to use my dutiful fingers to riffle through the 1,385 pages allowing them to settle as he willed while firmly believing that he would indicate any relevant passage/s by exercising some mysterious control over my thumbs. Where my thumbs  lay in the margins when I returned my gaze to the pages would indicate the passages he wanted me to publish here today. 

See how they lie in wait for me!
Fierce men conspire against me
for no offence or sin of mine
O Lord.  
I have done no wrong, yet they 
are ready to attack me.
Arise to help me; look on my plight. 
(Psalm 59 verses 3,4 - page 638)

Poem 2

Increase the days of the king's life,
his years for many generations. 
May he be enthroned in God's 
presence for ever;
appoint your love and 
faithfulness to protect him. 
(Psalm 61 verses 6,7 - page 639)

Wednesday, 18 November 2015

Cinquain 2


The moon  
cloud shapes of predawn sky; 
new cloud behind the minaret

Monday, 16 November 2015

Reaping the whirlwind


With their latest outrage in Paris the terrorists have have just succeeded in doing something the UN could never do. They have persuaded Russia, France, America and others to join forces.

Not since the days of Adolf Hitler and the Nazis has the world been so completely united against a common enemy.

Even underground organizations like Anonymous are lending support.

In the words of Winston Churchill who quoted an Arabic proverb when dealing with Hitler and his thousand year empire: He who sows the wind will reap the whirlwind.

This time there will be no premature 'Mission Accomplished' announcement.

When this is all over, and the last remnant has been swept up, the great powers will have to decide what to do to secure the peace. There may be some uncomfortable decision to be made.

For the time being, the world is united.  

Sunday, 15 November 2015



Preach hate
to broken youth; 
indoctrinate the violence;
paradise at the end of it.

George Szirtes (see Links) recently covered the subject of the cinquain, a five line form made famous by Adelaide Crapsey. My cinquain 'Paris' was posted today as a 'reply' on Magyar Haiku (see Links).