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  2. For me, the naked and the nude (By lexicographers construed As synonyms that should express The same deficiency of dress Or shelter) stand as wide apart As love from lies, or truth from art. Lovers without reproach will gaze On bodies naked and ablaze; The Hippocratic eye will see In nakedness, anatomy; And naked shines the Goddess when She mounts her lion among men. The nude are bold, the nude are sly To hold each treasonable eye. While draping by a showman's trick Their dishabille in rhetoric, They grin a mock-religious grin Of scorn at those of naked skin. The naked, therefore, who compete Against the nude may know defeat; Yet when they both together tread The briary pastures of the dead, By Gorgons with long whips pursued, How naked go the sometimes nude! Robert Graves - "The Naked and the Nude"
  3. Book Chain

    The Sense Of An Ending - Julian Barnes
  4. Still The Same Man

    Thanks, iff, is going on my list.
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  6. Rest in Peace

    I hope he's running around in the hot place being chased by a creature with horns and a pitchfork.
  7. Last week
  8. Rest in Peace

    'Likely Lad', Rodney Bewes and last week actor Keith Barron
  9. Rest in Peace

    And another childhood hero of mine from way back when I was in primary school, David Cassidy
  10. Rest in Peace

    Don't know if he's entitled to rest in peace but Charles Manson has finally died aged 83.
  11. Poetic Wanderings

    When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry " 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!" So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep. There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved, so I said, "Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare, You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair." And so he was quiet, & that very night, As Tom was a-sleeping he had such a sight! That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, & Jack, Were all of them locked up in coffins of black; And by came an Angel who had a bright key, And he opened the coffins & set them all free; Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing they run, And wash in a river and shine in the Sun. Then naked & white, all their bags left behind, They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind. And the Angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy, He'd have God for his father & never want joy. And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark And got with our bags & our brushes to work. Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm; So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm. William Blake - 'The Chimney Sweeper'
  12. Currently Reading

    The Essential tales of Chekov, Anton Chekov
  13. Currently Reading

    And he's not afraid to tackle the big subjects of our world just putting them into a context youngsters will understand and hopefully raise some questions for them.
  14. [...] The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, And seeing that it was a soft Octobernight, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep. And indeed there will be time For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea. [...] From T.S.Eliot, "The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock"
  15. Poetic Wanderings

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Robert Frost - 'The Road Not Taken'
  16. review of Still the Same Man by Jon Bilbao The main character Joanes, a failing air conditioning sales person, and his wife and daughter are brought to Cancun, Mexico for his father in law's second marraige to a woman a number of years younger than him. When in Mexico, a hurricane is due to hit the resort causing the holidaymakers to be evacuated. Joanes on the morning of the evacuation takes a drive due to the stress of it being with his father in law for considerable time (i thought saunas were for destressing, evidentally it depends on the company one has in it) and such but comes to trouble as a chimpanzee comes onto the road and he accidentally hits her with his car. Due to waiting and burying the chimpanzee who dies, he misses the evacuation buses. He returns to the hotel and stays the night before the storm in it before his intended. When eventually he leaves to catch up with his family, on the motorway he sees a couple together, a man waking, his wife in a wheelchair. He stops for them when he recognises that the man was an old college professor, a professor he blames for ruining his life and scuppering a very probably job with an engineering firm. The professor and his wheelchair bound wife were forcibly removed from their own busUnfortunately, the lecturer only recognises Joanes as being a fellow Spaniard. There is an immediacy to the narrative of Bilbao because of the effect of the weather on it but there is some really wonderful quotes on it, a description of the transparency by wife of her new step mum's nightie being more transparen tthan a window stand out to me. How trustworthy are the characters is up to the reader and probably shouldn't be taken at face value I thought this was an excellent read, thoroughly engrossing read. * * * * *
  17. Review of Doubloon Cove: The Secret of the Ancient Visitors by Kelly Novak This novel is set in Massachussets in the early 1990s. Jeffrey and Steven are friends from school. Jeffrey has a younger sister Cindy. Jeffrey and Steven are looking for adventure, as the novel starts, they are in a shed on Jeffrey's family home, which they in innocence. When they go to Jeffrey's house, Cindy is in her bedroom as some repairmen have came while their parents are out. They are in fact thieves looking to steal some artifacts of their parents, but are foiled and don't succeed at it. What happens is that Jeffrey's parent, both Professors at University, tells them the basis for the robbery is that they believed and wrote a much derided work on both Viking and Irish visitors to what now is Massachussets 1,000 years earlier. By the end of the first chapter, I was absorbed into the writing and interested in how the novel works out. A really nice mystery / adventure novel with a little bit of cryptology thrown in, i found it quite an enjoyable read. A novel that while the target audience is teenagers, there is a lot of adults to enjoy in it. The dialogue is enjoyable to read particularly between the three main characters. * * * * *
  18. How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand! To be so tickled, they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips, O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait, Making dead wood more blest than living lips. Since saucy jacks so happy are in this, Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss. Shakespeare, Sonnet 128
  19. GUN KISS Launch Party!

    Hiya, My new thriller, GUN KISS, will be released on 1 December, 2017. This thriller with a hint of romance features a protagonist who falls in love with a Hollywood movie star. But their relationship is not smooth sailing as a killer is stalking them. I've enjoyed writing GUN KISS and I hope you'll enjoy reading it. The novel will officially be released on 1 December first and will be available through Amazon - please click on the site's link at the top of the screen. GUN KISS BOOK LAUNCH Please join me to celebrate the launch of my new thriller, Gun Kiss. Lots of #kindle book prizes to be won! Here's the Facebook link for more details. Kindly RSVP. Thank you, and I hope to see you there! GUN KISS BOOK LAUNCH Best wishes,' KT p.s. Hope you like the cover.
  20. GUN KISS will be released on 1 December. 



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  21. Poetic Wanderings

    Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late school boys and sour prentices, Go tell court huntsmen that the king will ride, Call country ants to harvest offices, Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time. Thy beams, so reverend and strong Why shouldst thou think? I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink, But that I would not lose her sight so long; If her eyes have not blinded thine, Look, and tomorrow late, tell me, Whether both th' Indias of spice and mine Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with me. Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday, And thou shalt hear, All here in one bed lay. She's all states, and all princes, I, Nothing else is. Princes do but play us; compared to this, All honor's mimic, all wealth alchemy. Thou, sun, art half as happy as we, In that the world's contracted thus. Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be To warm the world, that's done in warming us. Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere; This bed thy center is, these walls, thy sphere. John Donne - 'The Sun Rising'
  22. Rest in Peace

    And this man wrote the soundtrack to my life: Malcolm Young Dies
  23. This won the Warwick prize for women in translation recently https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2017/nov/17/a-week-in-literary-prizes-goldsmiths-national-book-stephen-spender-award
  24. Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day

    Threads merged. Can't believe that it's over 10 years since I read Miss P. - and since Mm started this thread.
  25. The Killing Season

    This looks interesting, I've added it to the wish list. Thanks Luna.
  26. A totally joyous read (and a terrible film).
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