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Dick Jones’s New Year Post
A year older again and still seated here looking through the far pane of the bay window at the field, the fenceline, the distant horses, the trees beyond, with a forelock of bare twigs nodding across the quarterlight. From one of the best “new year” posts I’ve seen. It’s over at Dick Jones’ Patteran Pages. I read and recommended Jones’s collection Ancient Lights as the last year was wearing down to the nub. In any case, enjoy his post today.Read More
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Observations…
This piquant observation comes from poet Dick Jones: As the people of the United States of America set about the process of determining who shall preside over its mighty mish-mash of socio/economic inequity, mediaeval religiosity and cultural turmoil, it does to reflect on the nature of power and choice. He goes on to offer several apposite quotes. Among my favorites: The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people are so full of doubts.Read More
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The Art that Dare Not Speak Its Name
I hadn’t heard of British poet Dick Jones until Jim Murdoch mentioned him on his blog. Now I’ve ordered Jones’s Ancient Days: Selected Poems, just when my bank account says I shouldn’t be ordering anything. You might experience the same thing if you read this post on Dick Jones’s blog, which Murdoch quoted on his. Here’s a taste: A proposition: Poetry is the art that dare not speak its name. Consider. You’re at a dinner party. You fall into conversation with your neighbour whilst awaiting the last course. You get respective jobs out of the way.Read More